Fun times at the bank...

So, the football season has begun, and it's left me feeling a sort of bittersweet happiness. Obviously I love the game, and it gives me something to watch on the weekend when I have nothing to do, but it also marks the nearing of the end of summer. I'm a big FC Porto fan, and also follow QPR. Porto, because of my upbringing and it's obviously the region I come from in Portugal, and QPR because it's my local english club. In Portugal they usually play football on Saturday or Sunday nights at about 21.15, so I often end up spending my Saturday nights in the winter watch Porto away to someone like Pacos Ferreira or Naval on TV, either in some crummy Portuguese cafe in Acton or at home. If Porto play on a Friday or Saturday, then I'll most likely end up planning my night around that, it's kind of annoying sometimes tbh, as I often just want to do other things, but it's like a fixation, and I get very superstitious that if I don't watch we'll lose...

About QPR, I like them, I follow them, but it's not the same. Still, I'm hoping to catch a few matches this season, hopefully see them promoted.

I've joined the fantasy premier league set up by JR, and if any of you haven't joined, then get a move on, the code is 306681-74565.

I do love the betting at this point in the season though, I'm weighing up doing a £10 e/w accumulator for the winners of all leagues Premier league, CCC, L1 and league2. Any suggestions?

Poker: I played quite a few games this weekend, and ended up with a nice $250 profit. I played a few $11 180manners, and a $22 180 manners, I was running quite hot tbh, even striking quads for some meaningless pot. Anyway, as is my style, I bust in the mid-late stages of all but one of these tournies, with me coming 2nd in an $11 180man for about $340. I was left a bit annoyed though, because I was heads up with a clown, and still think I should have won it. As I entered the final table, I was 7th, and then I was 5th of 7, only to lose a big flip, and be down to about 4bbs and 7th of 7. After doing my best to survive with old school short stack strategy, I won a couple of flips, and was back up to about 14bbs, I then bluffed someone on the turn of a A-6-A 7 board, and was at 20bbs or so.

Ended up HU with 70k in chips vs a guy with 210k. What ensued was one of those epic heads up battles, it lasted nearly an hour, and at one point I was up at 110k, but everytime I sniffed victory I would just completely miss the board on big hands. Ultimately, the hand that unravelled me was with Ax, I raise, he calls, flop comes J-J-T, I bet, he calls, turn comes 4, I fire again, he shoves, I fold. I was down to something like 75k at this point, blinds 2/4k, a few hands later I have 78s, he raises pre, I re-raise, he calls. Flop Q-J-x, I fire out, he calls, turn Q, pot is about 60k, I shove my last 50k in, he insta-calls...gg

I think I played it ok though, can't see him calling with anything other than a Q.

Anyway, I actually think I've got the poker bug again, except I just jizzed off 6 buy-ins on I-poker just now, playing those ghey double or nothings.

FFS, I ran so bad. Everytime I had AK, someone had a PP and I wouldn't hit. Everytme I had AK, their pockets 4s would hold.

Ah well.

Finally, I had a quick meeting at the bank today, one of those ones where they keep annoying me and saying I could get a better account so I caved in. I spoke with some girl, she sat to the side of me, and she wasn't particularly attractive. Y'know the type, nice tits, ok face, ole. Anyway, she's asking me about how much money I spend on food a week, and all these other questions for which I see no relevance, when I glance down at her legs. My god, she's wearing the shortest skirt ever. I seriously got tongue tied, it's probably the first time I remember this happening so blatantly since my school days. I'm trying to answer her question about what account I'd like, whether I want to look to move any money at some point into a bond or something, and I keep stammering. I never stammer. She's not even hot, WTF is wrong with me. I began to feel like I was fckin high, some kind of euphoria, like I was on the cusp of death or an orgasm or something, and so I say something about how I don't like to put money in bonds or save too much because life is for living, and follow this by throwing her a cheeky wink, to which I am confronted by a glacial look. Not even a look of contempt or disgust, pure ice queen. So I look down at her legs, then at her nice tits, and up to her ok face, and make my excuses, say I'm happy with my account and get out of the bank quicker than masked assailant during a heist...