First Dragons, Then Fish...Now That Damned Bear!
I thought I was safe here in the wilds of Cheshire but OHHH NO….not on your life. Somehow "Ursus Imbibus" had tracked me down…and he wasn't happy about it. Suffice it to say that my sleep was disturbed. A restful night it was not and I could tell he was super mad about having to come to Cheshire because he'd smacked me in the head extra hard.
It took me more than a few hours and a couple of cups of coffee to get my brain even close to working right. However, I managed to get myself together enough to make my way out for lunch.
I had to get petrol so I drove down to the Sainsbury's near the Cheshire Oaks shopping centre and popped into the Old Hall Farm pub.
However, the place was rather busy and the menu wasn't quite what I was looking for. I fell back on an old favourite and headed over to The Rake (a Hungry Horse pub) a short distance away.
I order the all Day Breakfast and a pint. It took me the best part of an hour to finish the pint. The food took substantially less.
In due course, I parked up outside of Chezger and made my way inside being the first to arrive. I declined another beer and Ger and I sat outside and whiled away the time as the remainder of the field made their arrivals.
Game time rolled around and I had a couple more beers and was starting to feel better. However, this did not help my play and I left the fray in the first few making a move with AK that was torn a new one by AA.
GG Paulie….you fish!
Left pretty much to my own devices (don't you just hate being one of the first out?) I ended up sitting watching X-Factor…something I just don't do.
However, it had a soporific effect and after the previous night I wasn't feeling up to snuff. I was hoping to get a small PLO8 game going but the action going on in the converted garage was some crazy version of cards that I'd never heard of; 11-card double flop Omaha I think.
Not my cup of tea.
Although it was my earnest wish to enjoy the weekend, I was dog tired and I had a long drive the next day so I regretfully called it a night before midnight. I made by goodbyes to Ger, Phil, Stu, JP and a few others and drove back to my lodgings.
In the morning after a proper night's sleep I made the straight run back to home in three and a quarter hours (Avg 68.9mph, I just worked out)…I may have bent a couple of speed limits there.
Yarm next….Lord help me
