Hi Mark. Good to see you back posting, hope all is well.
£1 note 😊, I remember decimalisation, it made betting and working out ‘ winnings’ a tad easier, it was a bit of a bu gger trying to work out the returns for 3 tanner doubles and a tanner treble on a 13/8, 11/2, 15/8 bet 😉.
Morning all and first thing to say is ive stopped playing the dyms. Not for any other reason than I wasn't enjoying the game so I'm back doing what I enjoy which is deepys, freezys and the occassional sng.
Just taken 2nd for about £35 in the 1am freezy whilst watching the Super bowl and thinking that this is really having fun.
Ive also shoved a few quid on both Stars and Party. Stars because the micro mtts are so full of really bad players with the A x = A I P F mentality that I just enjoy playing them. Party more to play small stakes sats for live comps etc.
If theres anything significant to report I'll let you know but don't hold your breath.
As far as the real world goes live poker is firmly on the backburner for a few weeks as an increase in other commitments means that both time and funds are limited. A new year has seen me rejoin Slimming World, train 4/5 nights a week at the gym usually after the 11.15 deepy and in an attempt to make the worship band at church I'm having drum lessons (I played about 40 years ago in a school based punk 3 piece).
I haven't forgotten about the promised story but to do it justice will require some time.
Right, Im off to the Gym now. Yes that's right going training at 4a.m. I must be completely off my nut.
Have FUN, rungood and hey lets love each other yeah. Theres too much hate.
Nice one Mark, when we are on a super-thin bankroll, £35 is serious money. In all honesty, you could never have made £35 playing those small DYM's imo.
Slimming world? We have a Slimming Thread on here, you'd be very welcome to join.
Hi all just took a min cash in tonights freezy for £12 + change would've been more but for @Bakerboy07 who has no flaming ICM concept but can hit rivers at will it would seem. Talking of which why is it always the river? honestly, it would be nice to get flopped dead just ocassionally .
So at the minute the bankroll is above starting point so that's nice and life is very hectic, which is annoying but hey. Theres millions of people whod swap places in a heartbeat so I'm just going to keep thinking happy thoughts.
Sorry its only a quickie but time really is of the essence at the moment.
Til next time, rungood, have fun, love each other and oh yeah smash it. Especially if youre playing Bakerboy07 lol.
That wasn't me. There is another TheEdge on the site but with different numerics obvs.
Must have been him / her because I was at foodbank and certainly not playing. Now I understand that a certain Matt Bates possibly runs good enough to cash without even turning on his laptop, but for us mere mortals its just not possible.
That wasn't me. There is another TheEdge on the site but with different numerics obvs.
Must have been him / her because I was at foodbank and certainly not playing. Now I understand that a certain Matt Bates possibly runs good enough to cash without even turning on his laptop, but for us mere mortals its just not possible.
Yours in poker
Mark
There seem to be shedloads of them;
TheEdge11 TheEdge11 The Edge31 TheEdge67 TheEdge75 TheEdge112 TheEdge610 TheEdge777 TheEdge945
Nothing to report on the poker front as I've hardly played however, I thought you might like a story.
Now in the very early 90's there lay just outside of Stafford town centre a small insignificant venue going under the grandiose name of Props Wine Bar.
Calling Props a wine bar is like calling Hull a great University or Port Vale an all conquering football team, it simply is an oxymoron of the highest order. No, the only reason for calling it a wine bar was it made getting the late/entertainment licence easier.
To truly give you a flavour of both the environment and the clientele permit me to introduce you to the "Uniform" of the regular Props security detail, and bear in mind this predates S.I.A and Council licences and regulations for Door Supervisors. Firstly steel toecaps then some form of leg protection, I always favoured full length hockey leg guards, then usually a cricketers box completed the lower half. Upper body was a stab vest, and I supplemented this with motorcycle Kevlar for the back and kidneys. All ready, good time to go to work.
Now the landlord was a total pain in the rear. We would spend all weekend battling the local aggro merchants and issuing bans only for them to come round on nights when the venue just operated as a regular bar and remind "Old William" of just how much money they spent, he would lift the ban and the whole thing would recommence the following Friday.
I placed the receiver back in the cradle and struggled to process the information my boss had just conveyed. Props was holding an ALL DAY children's charity fund raiser and it was fancy dress, with the theme being children's characters on a Bank Holiday Sunday with a 1 a.m. bar. Like what could possibly go wrong.
When we arrived the atmosphere was good, the sun was blazing and they had raised a really good amount for the cause. However, by 9 p.m. the kids have all gone home, the suns going down and the mood is changing to a more sinister one.
10 p.m. and we become aware of an altercation in the beer garden and arrive to see Winnie the Poo pummelling the daylights out of Scooby Doo as Andy Pandy desperately tries to intervene. Within seconds it total bedlam as everybody takes this as a green light and fights erupt everywhere.
SUDDENLY crack, its the sound of wood on skull and I turn to see Noddy holding a piece of 2 by 2 and using it like some avenging staff of a Nordic God to smash anybody in his way. Its difficult to know what to do here as I've got my hands full, literally, with the aforementioned Winnie the Poo and what I assume is Aslan the lion, although it could've been the cowardly lion from the Wizard of Oz, and the other doorstaff are likewise engaged.
We manage to get some of the main instigators outside onto the pavement where the police have just turned up and pile back inside just in time to witness Noddy send He-Man to the floor with his trusty piece of timber. We rush Noddy and manage to knock him to the ground and unceremoniously sit on him until the situation loses some of its momentum.
However unbeknown to us Noddy has a mate and we are suddenly set about by a Ninja Turtle and as Dougie leaves us to tackle him Noddy with the strength that only users of Colombia's finest marching powder can muster manages to heave myself and Smity, both 20 stone plus, off his back and reach his beloved lumber.
It's beginning to look really bad when in through the door comes the Police. Noddy though isn't quite finished and with a " Hello P.C. Plod I hate you, you always tell me and Big Ears off you ******** ********", he proceeds to charge the Police.
Now dear reader as you know I prefer to find the hilarity of my time on the doors rather than focussing on the violence and you may wonder where in this scenario comes such frivolity and jocularity.
Well, several months later I am standing in Crown Court with all its attendant pomp, a packed gallery, a hushed jury and a prosecution Barrister who says "Now Mr ******** if you could tell the court in your own words the details of that evening".
The sniggering, muffled laughter and general mirth as the door staff each recounted the events led to the eventual ordering of several people out of the public gallery. Especially when Smity describing the down fall of He-Man added in his Geordie twang "Coz that's not summat ya see everyday".
I swear at one point the Clerk of the Court was struggling to keep a straight face I know I had to pause to collect myself a couple of times whilst on the stand. Violence is never funny but you try recounting to a packed court the anarchy you've just seen reeked by some of your favourite lovable childhood icons and not find humour in there. go on I challenge you.
On a personal note after that I always included a footnote to my C.V. which read simply.
Another one of my old haunts, for my sins. Didnt go in too often, and never broadcast the fact we were Stoke lads. We also had (and it is still used nowadays by some) a nickname for 'Stafford' . It was safer to go to props than the West Way TBH.
Just finished 5th in the 23.15 deep stack for £11.31.
Its a nice enough finish but omg how nitty are these getting. To be honest it felt like I was the only one playing to try and win it.
Really guys cmon yeah, if we are going to sit for 4 hours or more for a £2.30 entry comp lets at least communicate. Poker is after all a social game.
Was placed well to win until I called an all in preflop with A K. Villain shows 88 and were flipping a flop with an A and a K has me happy until I realise they're all hearts. Oops villain has the 8h and yes a 4th heart on the turn and im on life support. nh wp.
4 hands later with 17,000 chips left (just over 4bb @ 2000 / 4000) I shove KQ s into same villain. He has AA, of course he does and its gg.
Hopefully this cash will signal an upturn in fortune.
Hello all just placed 10th in the late deepy, which kinda leaves the bankroll on life support. As usual it was the typical anti social comp with no interaction apart from the ubiquitous @cerysanc04 who proceeded to remove my lucky trousers whilst sat next to me. Ill leave it at that.
There was way back in the annuls of time a venue on Cobridge Road in Stoke by the name of Evergreens.
this venue was totally off the beaten track. Sitting about a 15 minute walk from the City Centre in a primarily residential area it was a place you didn't end up at by chance, and if you were after a nice night out you didn't end up there at all.
The place can be described accurately and completely in one word "Horrible".
Yet dear reader it was there that the following tale unfolds.
It was a Saturday night and we had already passed the usual number of incidents for the night when about 10 minutes before admission closed a likely lad hoves into view complete with twitchy demeanour, chewy face syndrome and a bad attitude.
Now normally I believe in diplomacy but weve already had a half dozen altercations and I've got blood on my shirt (mine) and my jackets ripped, so sufficed to say I am not at my empathetic best as I step into the neutral zone and bar his way.
I inform him that I am not allowing him entry and he starts to demand a reason. Now normally I would just point out that the Landlord/ Licencee or his representitives reserve the right to refuse admission without reason and leave it at that but Im tired, Im a little angry and my jaw hurts like mad.
I explained that in my humble opinion he had been knocked back at every door in town and if they weren't letting him in neither was I.
Next thing there is the unmistakable sound of the click of a flick knife and at this point the Lizzard part of the brain takes over as thousands of years of evolution kick in and before he can react I hit him with an open palm power slap that could be heard in Burslem (a town about a mile away).
While his stunned brain is still coming to terms with what just happened I hit him with another slap and the knife falls to the floor. Greg, another guy on the door, doing what any good doorman would immediately stands on it and laddo know starts to get off the floor and postures up. However he backs down almost immediately and slinks off shouting about his Dad coming to sort this out.
Now at this point maybe I should have just let it go but Im not proud to say my ego kicks in and I taunt him to go get Daddy to fight his battles. Usually threats to return later etc are just bravado and very little ever comes of them.
Ahem, except this time it would seem as 30 minutes later Greg interrupts my thought with "Mark, guess whos back?."
I look over the road to see the lad approaching casually with an older guy in tow, and Greg then utters the immortal phrase "Erm buddy if that's who I think it is then we are ******".
I look closely and realise who Dad is, one of the most feared men in the city and smile to myself. This is going one of two ways.
Laddo's face is a picture as Dad opens with
"Mark mate how's it going".
"Alright thanks ***** how have you been keeping, is the missus well etc".
Eventually the conversation gets around to the two large handprints either side of juniors face and I am totally honest and produce the knife at wich point Dads demeanour turns black and he rounds on his Son.
"Ive known this guy (meaning me) since he was in short trousers and you come here and threaten him with a knife. I should let him kick you into next week you little ****"
He apologises for his son and asks me if he can deal with it. I explain that as far as Im concerned its already dealt with and if junior behaves in future he can come in to the venue as long as he isn't off his nut on coke.
As they walk away all I can hear is "You pulled a knlfe". Slap "Sorry Dad".
"You pulled a knife". Slap. "Dad Im sorry".
"A knife" Slap. "Dad please I am sorry"
A fortnight later the Son came to the venue early doors and asked for a chat. I found him to be pleasant, urbane and witty and not without intelligence.
He remains to this day one of the best doorman I have ever worked with. Isnt it funny how life turns out.
Til next time, rungood, have fun, love each other, smash it.
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We want Noddy. We want Noddy...
22 years ago?
Incred.
You'll be telling me next 10 bob notes have gone too.
Time for a lie down in a darkened room.
WTF, I can't even do basic maths now.
Good to see you back posting, hope all is well.
£1 note 😊, I remember decimalisation, it made betting and working out ‘ winnings’ a tad easier, it was a bit of a bu gger trying to work out the returns for 3 tanner doubles and a tanner treble on a 13/8, 11/2, 15/8 bet 😉.
Good luck with the grinding mate.
Thanks for the kind words @tomgoodun
It was a bit sobering as I was never ahead of the rake/ reg and had some brutal runouts.
Stats for session.
28p dym played 40 cashed 20 win ratio 50%
£1,000 freeroll finished before late reg ended £0 returns
Stats for Challenge
28p dym
played 60 cashed 33 win ratio 55%
No other returns
closing bal £29.87
Til next time, rungood, have fun, etc
Mark
Just taken 2nd for about £35 in the 1am freezy whilst watching the Super bowl and thinking that this is really having fun.
Ive also shoved a few quid on both Stars and Party. Stars because the micro mtts are so full of really bad players with the A x = A I P F mentality that I just enjoy playing them. Party more to play small stakes sats for live comps etc.
If theres anything significant to report I'll let you know but don't hold your breath.
As far as the real world goes live poker is firmly on the backburner for a few weeks as an increase in other commitments means that both time and funds are limited. A new year has seen me rejoin Slimming World, train 4/5 nights a week at the gym usually after the 11.15 deepy and in an attempt to make the worship band at church I'm having drum lessons (I played about 40 years ago in a school based punk 3 piece).
I haven't forgotten about the promised story but to do it justice will require some time.
Right, Im off to the Gym now. Yes that's right going training at 4a.m. I must be completely off my nut.
Have FUN, rungood and hey lets love each other yeah. Theres too much hate.
Til next time.
Mark
Nice one Mark, when we are on a super-thin bankroll, £35 is serious money. In all honesty, you could never have made £35 playing those small DYM's imo.
Slimming world? We have a Slimming Thread on here, you'd be very welcome to join.
https://www.skypoker.com/secure/poker/sky_lobby/community/forums#/discussion/177238/fat-club-the-sequel/p1
Glad to hear all is well, do keep in touch.
So at the minute the bankroll is above starting point so that's nice and life is very hectic, which is annoying but hey. Theres millions of people whod swap places in a heartbeat so I'm just going to keep thinking happy thoughts.
Sorry its only a quickie but time really is of the essence at the moment.
Til next time, rungood, have fun, love each other and oh yeah smash it. Especially if youre playing Bakerboy07 lol.
Mark
Must have been him / her because I was at foodbank and certainly not playing. Now I understand that a certain Matt Bates possibly runs good enough to cash without even turning on his laptop, but for us mere mortals its just not possible.
Yours in poker
Mark
TheEdge11
TheEdge11
The Edge31
TheEdge67
TheEdge75
TheEdge112
TheEdge610
TheEdge777
TheEdge945
Plus, of course, you too.
I agree with the bates run good theory. He entered 3 all in sats the other night......and won 4.
Nothing to report on the poker front as I've hardly played however, I thought you might like a story.
Now in the very early 90's there lay just outside of Stafford town centre a small insignificant venue going under the grandiose name of Props Wine Bar.
Calling Props a wine bar is like calling Hull a great University or Port Vale an all conquering football team, it simply is an oxymoron of the highest order. No, the only reason for calling it a wine bar was it made getting the late/entertainment licence easier.
To truly give you a flavour of both the environment and the clientele permit me to introduce you to the "Uniform" of the regular Props security detail, and bear in mind this predates S.I.A and Council licences and regulations for Door Supervisors. Firstly steel toecaps then some form of leg protection, I always favoured full length hockey leg guards, then usually a cricketers box completed the lower half. Upper body was a stab vest, and I supplemented this with motorcycle Kevlar for the back and kidneys. All ready, good time to go to work.
Now the landlord was a total pain in the rear. We would spend all weekend battling the local aggro merchants and issuing bans only for them to come round on nights when the venue just operated as a regular bar and remind "Old William" of just how much money they spent, he would lift the ban and the whole thing would recommence the following Friday.
I placed the receiver back in the cradle and struggled to process the information my boss had just conveyed.
Props was holding an ALL DAY children's charity fund raiser and it was fancy dress, with the theme being children's characters on a Bank Holiday Sunday with a 1 a.m. bar.
Like what could possibly go wrong.
When we arrived the atmosphere was good, the sun was blazing and they had raised a really good amount for the cause. However, by 9 p.m. the kids have all gone home, the suns going down and the mood is changing to a more sinister one.
10 p.m. and we become aware of an altercation in the beer garden and arrive to see Winnie the Poo pummelling the daylights out of Scooby Doo as Andy Pandy desperately tries to intervene. Within seconds it total bedlam as everybody takes this as a green light and fights erupt everywhere.
SUDDENLY crack, its the sound of wood on skull and I turn to see Noddy holding a piece of 2 by 2 and using it like some avenging staff of a Nordic God to smash anybody in his way. Its difficult to know what to do here as I've got my hands full, literally, with the aforementioned Winnie the Poo and what I assume is Aslan the lion, although it could've been the cowardly lion from the Wizard of Oz, and the other doorstaff are likewise engaged.
We manage to get some of the main instigators outside onto the pavement where the police have just turned up and pile back inside just in time to witness Noddy send He-Man to the floor with his trusty piece of timber. We rush Noddy and manage to knock him to the ground and unceremoniously sit on him until the situation loses some of its momentum.
However unbeknown to us Noddy has a mate and we are suddenly set about by a Ninja Turtle and as Dougie leaves us to tackle him Noddy with the strength that only users of Colombia's finest marching powder can muster manages to heave myself and Smity, both 20 stone plus, off his back and reach his beloved lumber.
It's beginning to look really bad when in through the door comes the Police. Noddy though isn't quite finished and with a " Hello P.C. Plod I hate you, you always tell me and Big Ears off you ******** ********", he proceeds to charge the Police.
Now dear reader as you know I prefer to find the hilarity of my time on the doors rather than focussing on the violence and you may wonder where in this scenario comes such frivolity and jocularity.
Well, several months later I am standing in Crown Court with all its attendant pomp, a packed gallery, a hushed jury and a prosecution Barrister who says "Now Mr ******** if you could tell the court in your own words the details of that evening".
The sniggering, muffled laughter and general mirth as the door staff each recounted the events led to the eventual ordering of several people out of the public gallery. Especially when Smity describing the down fall of He-Man added in his Geordie twang "Coz that's not summat ya see everyday".
I swear at one point the Clerk of the Court was struggling to keep a straight face I know I had to pause to collect myself a couple of times whilst on the stand. Violence is never funny but you try recounting to a packed court the anarchy you've just seen reeked by some of your favourite lovable childhood icons and not find humour in there. go on I challenge you.
On a personal note after that I always included a footnote to my C.V. which read simply.
"Props, Stafford. had a fight with a Lion. Won."
Til next time,
Rungood, have fun, love each other.
Mark
Another one of my old haunts, for my sins. Didnt go in too often, and never broadcast the fact we were Stoke lads. We also had (and it is still used nowadays by some) a nickname for 'Stafford' . It was safer to go to props than the West Way TBH.
Love these stories of life on the "doors".
Its a nice enough finish but omg how nitty are these getting. To be honest it felt like I was the only one playing to try and win it.
Really guys cmon yeah, if we are going to sit for 4 hours or more for a £2.30 entry comp lets at least communicate. Poker is after all a social game.
Was placed well to win until I called an all in preflop with A K. Villain shows 88 and were flipping a flop with an A and a K has me happy until I realise they're all hearts. Oops villain has the 8h and yes a 4th heart on the turn and im on life support. nh wp.
4 hands later with 17,000 chips left (just over 4bb @ 2000 / 4000) I shove KQ s into same villain. He has AA, of course he does and its gg.
Hopefully this cash will signal an upturn in fortune.
Til next time
Rungood, have fun, smash it.
Mark
There was way back in the annuls of time a venue on Cobridge Road in Stoke by the name of Evergreens.
this venue was totally off the beaten track. Sitting about a 15 minute walk from the City Centre in a primarily residential area it was a place you didn't end up at by chance, and if you were after a nice night out you didn't end up there at all.
The place can be described accurately and completely in one word "Horrible".
Yet dear reader it was there that the following tale unfolds.
It was a Saturday night and we had already passed the usual number of incidents for the night when about 10 minutes before admission closed a likely lad hoves into view complete with twitchy demeanour, chewy face syndrome and a bad attitude.
Now normally I believe in diplomacy but weve already had a half dozen altercations and I've got blood on my shirt (mine) and my jackets ripped, so sufficed to say I am not at my empathetic best as I step into the neutral zone and bar his way.
I inform him that I am not allowing him entry and he starts to demand a reason. Now normally I would just point out that the Landlord/ Licencee or his representitives reserve the right to refuse admission without reason and leave it at that but Im tired, Im a little angry and my jaw hurts like mad.
I explained that in my humble opinion he had been knocked back at every door in town and if they weren't letting him in neither was I.
Next thing there is the unmistakable sound of the click of a flick knife and at this point the Lizzard part of the brain takes over as thousands of years of evolution kick in and before he can react I hit him with an open palm power slap that could be heard in Burslem (a town about a mile away).
While his stunned brain is still coming to terms with what just happened I hit him with another slap and the knife falls to the floor. Greg, another guy on the door, doing what any good doorman would immediately stands on it and laddo know starts to get off the floor and postures up. However he backs down almost immediately and slinks off shouting about his Dad coming to sort this out.
Now at this point maybe I should have just let it go but Im not proud to say my ego kicks in and I taunt him to go get Daddy to fight his battles. Usually threats to return later etc are just bravado and very little ever comes of them.
Ahem, except this time it would seem as 30 minutes later Greg interrupts my thought with "Mark, guess whos back?."
I look over the road to see the lad approaching casually with an older guy in tow, and Greg then utters the immortal phrase "Erm buddy if that's who I think it is then we are ******".
I look closely and realise who Dad is, one of the most feared men in the city and smile to myself. This is going one of two ways.
Laddo's face is a picture as Dad opens with
"Mark mate how's it going".
"Alright thanks ***** how have you been keeping, is the missus well etc".
Eventually the conversation gets around to the two large handprints either side of juniors face and I am totally honest and produce the knife at wich point Dads demeanour turns black and he rounds on his Son.
"Ive known this guy (meaning me) since he was in short trousers and you come here and threaten him with a knife. I should let him kick you into next week you little ****"
He apologises for his son and asks me if he can deal with it. I explain that as far as Im concerned its already dealt with and if junior behaves in future he can come in to the venue as long as he isn't off his nut on coke.
As they walk away all I can hear is "You pulled a knlfe". Slap "Sorry Dad".
"You pulled a knife". Slap. "Dad Im sorry".
"A knife" Slap. "Dad please I am sorry"
A fortnight later the Son came to the venue early doors and asked for a chat. I found him to be pleasant, urbane and witty and not without intelligence.
He remains to this day one of the best doorman I have ever worked with. Isnt it funny how life turns out.
Til next time, rungood, have fun, love each other, smash it.
Mark
You should write a book. "True Crime" & "Door Tales" are very popular these days.