Moving this shizzzle...

I set up a PG&C thread.... So if anyone is interested PM on skype and I'll give you the link (sun)

Summer is oveeeeeeeeer!!

Kev, myself and McKeown manged to get ourselves invited to a Debs from some of the friends we made over the summer! Yes, the last time we were at one was about 4 years ago. Yes most of the people there were going to be 18. No, we didn't care one bit!.

I have to say it was probably the most enjoyable night of the summer! There was the potential for nigh to be full of drama, due to said sexual relations within the group I previously mentioned. Apart from the odd comment everyone seemed to get on great!!

All of us before we left... 

Kev and I with out dates... 

Photo Booth... 

Both Kev and my dates got thrown out at one point. It was that kind of night. Everyone was just in a state. Lots of fun however. One plus of my date getting thrown out for a while was, on the way in we had agreed we could only get stuck into girls who were actually working at the debs. I got talking to this lovely girl who was a hostess. God knows what I was saying. However, I ended up getting her number and arranging a date for two days later.

After a full day recovering in bed I headed off on my adventure. To cut a long story short, we obviously got our wires crossed somewhere. Went over to her house, but left with my tail between my legs after crashing and burning in ridiculous fashion. I'd never misread a situation quite so badly. The confidence took a bit of a bashing when I was telling the lads about it, however she is cool and potentially has some friends for me and the lads. Networking bro's. 

Now that the debs is out of the way, we're going into lockdown for September. Grinding and getting healthy are on the agenda. I've been lazy in almost every aspect of life lately.

Graph for July&August...

So far in September I've been break even. So overall I've been about break even for approx 1k games. I know it's no biggie or anything. However I was just crushing 3rs at such a steady rate that I didn't think it would happen. Even though I sort of knew it had to. Kev and Marc are trying to convince me to get back into Mtts. And to be honest I might. I'm not sure though. I'm just such a lil bitch when it comes to variance and make-up. Going to decide pretty soon though.

I'll be posting in here again tomorrow because I'm going to do out a fitness program with Kev tonight and hopefully stick religiously to it. So much easier said than done. I might even post a poker/fitness thread in PG&C. That way could get some advice and stuff in regards to the fitness side of things. 

Malta...

As part of Parkers little European adventure, he decided he was going to go visit the heroes who lived over in Malta, Josh, Tim and Franz. Kev, Marc and I decided to make it a bit of a summer holiday and join him for the adventure. I decided last minute I was going to go and couldn't get the same flight as the lads. They left on the Monday and my flight wasn't until the Thursday.

All I can say that I learned from them 3 days living on my own, is I'm certainly not cut out for it. And most likely suffer from ADD or something. I just constantly need people around me. I did knock a few things off to the 'To do list' while they were way though.

We got a new couch for our living room. A huge ass L couch that is just the cosiest thing in the world. So much so that Parker started sleeping on that rather than the spare bed towards the end of his trip. There was a bit of banter going about as to who would be the first to have sex on the couch.

I was chatting away on Facebook to a few peeps as you do, when I mentioned how I was going to Malta to one of the girls. She turned around and announced 'I love packing'. Seriously. Was she really going to make it this easy. Apparently so. Thirty minute cab ride later, she was over on the couch watching 'Macgruber' Classic. Needless to say I got the deed done, and will always be able to say I was the first on the couch. She also happened to be the first Asian girl I slept with. Successful night packing in my opinion.

For anyone who doesn't already know. Ryan Air are a bunch of scam artists. The night morning I went to print my boarding card, which I had checked in for the night before. But down to some loophole they had me paying €60 extra. I don't even know why. Also attempted to make me pay €50 extra to bring my carry on luggage on. Didn't seem like it was going to be my day. Anyway rant over.

Arrived in Malta in the evening just before the lads were heading out for dinner. I hadn't told Tim I was coming. So just walked into his room and gave him a shock! After that I just looked around there apartment. And it is absolutely ridiculously nice. My favorite part been the view they have of the marina.

Balcony View

Before we set off to get absolutely intoxicated, the lads brought us to this really nice steak house. Of course been poker players, we were going to flip. The bill came to over €500 between the 7 of us. I decided I was going to use the Grand Hyatt room card I had in my wallet to represent me. Kev had used it several times and never lost. Obviously I announced to everyone I couldn't possible lose using this card. One by one every card was picked out....... Until mine. Nice jinx Fintan. Wasn't the ideal start to the holiday. Time to drink the sorrows away.

We went to this real trendy bar, where we'd booked a table. A bottle of absolute and mixers was €90 and you guessed it. We were going to be flipping for bottles. Wasn't too happy about it. But I had to be in every flip now to make up EV. Thankfully I ran pretty good, think I lost one flip for shots, but overall I ended up getting smashed quite cheaply. We all left the bar merry as anything planning on moving onto the club.

The lads in the club... 

Josh and Kev were having a little bit of a mess around, when these guys clearly looking for a fight came over to confront us. Marc been as rational as ever was trying to calm the situation and out of nowhere this Asian guy came in and dropped him. All hell broke loose, Kev got his ear slit up open and knocked out. I got dropped in one punch, Josh got jumped on and battered. And Parker was got hit with a sly dig. Kind of brought a downer on things. When we got Marc cleaned up a little bit, Tim decided to bring him off to the hospital to make sure his nose wasn't broken. Josh, Kev and I decided to head out after everything had calmed down anyway. I did my usual thing of wandering off in the club. However, over here not a single person spoke English. And I couldn't find Josh or Kev again for the night. It's pruuublem.

Next thing I remember is Kev trying to wake me up so we can go jump off the boat. Now usually I'd snap be in for this but I was fucking hammered and had just fallen asleep. Kev however was determined. He gathered a few troops, in Josh and Franz and off he set. What I heard was they were all happily jumping off the boat. When Kev in his drunken state inspired by the Olympics thought he was a professional diver. He attempted a front flip. Needless to say, it didn't go great. He ended up going in sideways and had to have Josh rescue him because he was so winded and yes. He was puking up blood the next day obviously because he had swollen something.

Ye he did that off the very top...

  

The next day, things were all on a bit of a downer. Marcs tooth was a bit chipped. And he'd been able to find out sweet fuck all in the Maltese hospital about his nose. So he'd decided he was flying home the next day to Germany before the EPT in Barcelona. We just chilled out and played a home game that night. It was a 25c/25c game. However 7 handed I think there was about 3k on the table. We all started with a €100 buy in. I cold 5b punted J10o into Josh's AA the first hand. Needless to say I won. I ended up playing  4000 big blind pot with Kev where I missed the nut FD and bluffed into his river nut straight. Was fun.

We got one more night out before the guys left for Barcelona. It was another incredible drunken night which resulted in Kev and I been the very last two people out on the strip. Kev had been trying to get stuck into this really cute Spanish girl. And I'm not going to lie, in the state I was in, I was more than willingly going to play wing man and take the huge chick for the team. Kev's girl just didn't seem interested however, we decided to call it a night and head back to the apartment after we had rang everyone in our phonebook and I had attempted to steal a paddle boat. It was a poor effort to be fair. I didn't have any paddles.........

Possibly the two drunkest men alive... 

The lads left for Barcelona the next day and Kev and I just chilled out and grinded a little bit before flying home the following day! It wasn't exactly the kind of summer holiday we had in mind when we booked it. However, it was still great hanging out with the lads. I think Tim and Josh are coming to Ireland after Newcastle UKIPT. So that should be fun as usual. I obviously had time before we left to get in the ultimate tourist photo!!

Ultimate tourist...

Parkaaaaaaaaaar...

So I haven't updated this in about 6 weeks. I've also played so little poker over the last 2 months or so. I'm going to give it my best shot to recollect what's happened over the last while. Won't be as easy as usual as I've lost my camera, usually just use the pictures to join the dots. However....

Not sure if I previously mentioned it, however Parker (tonkaaaa) had planned a trip to Ireland ever since we first met him in Berlin. He decided to book it so could come here for a while before he went to Barcelona to play the EPT. I'm not sure if he was prepared for what was about to happen over the next few weeks...

He arrived on Tuesday evening. So we of course did what we do with all our guests and brought him straight to blue. After Kev polished off his first burger, he announced he'd be able to finish Parkers as well. As he just wasn't up to eaten, with a mix of been jetlagged and tired after getting off the flight. We ended up agreeing to pay Kev €50 if he could finish it in other 10 minutes. It wouldn't have been that funny, however he'd already had two pints and had a football match in just over 2 hours.

Kev eating the Burger... 

He made it with literally one second to spare on the watch. He 100% not have got paid a penny if were to have missed it. It was definitely +LifeEv to pay the €50 to watch Kev in such pain for the following half an hour.

We decided to invite a few people over that night to start things as we meant to continue. I'm not going to lie, from this point on. We drank about 10/11 nights out of the following two weeks, as one of the girls had a free house. So between hanging out there and our house. There wasn't many sober moments. So all the nights have sort of just blurred into one? There was also an agreement that some of the things that happened over them two weeks should never be repeated. Our wolfpack was nearly ruined due to sexual relations within the group. GIRLS ARE MAD!!!

I'm going to post some pics and just leave this period of time to the imagination. One of the funniest moments however of the two weeks. Was definitely me having to take a drag of a joint for the first time ever. There's a video, and if I can find it I will definitely post it. For those who don't know me well. I've never even as much as taken a pull of a cigarette. I didn't know how to inhale it. And ended up just collapsing, rolling around the place coughing. There was also the incident where I lost my mind, ended up walking around a small country town dressed in an Tri-colored morph suit stroking trees......... Like I said let's leave that period..

Devil Horns Bro... 

This was like 10am....... We found two warm beers.... Neither of us drink beer... All we could find....

We found a mini table tennis table in Megans...

Sean and myself in our state named ourselves Ping and Pong... Stuck for a while...

Everyone loves Garfield...

I probably loved him the most...

Just winning the Saturday 320 in the middle of a party....

Instantly became all our friends hero. Just watching 8 mile, having few cans and shipping 26k. WAL.

The lazy boy...

Found this in the room we weren't allowed in... 

McKeown found this... 

Needless to say, we spent all our time in the room we were told to stay away from. That was where the table tennis table was etc. At one point all the lads were pretty much in dresses. It was worrying some of the looks Kev Killeen was getting off the lads wearing his little pink dress. Anyway, that's a little insight into what happened over the two weeks.

All I can say is Parker it was a pleasure. Can't wait for the return if we don't go visit Canada first. You may need to get a bigger condo however, as you've made a lot of new friends who want to visit sir. 

Guess I should talk about poker a little bit...

Finally have this all up to date. And I've finally decided what I'm going to do in regards to poker. I'm just not sure for now I have the right set to play Mtts full time. I just don't like the swings that come with it. And currently I'm not confident enough in my game to play through them. So I've decided for now I'm going to go back to 180s. With at least 80% of my volume coming from 3rs. I know you hear regs complaining about how the games are dead etc, but 3rs are definitely still soft enough to make deeeece money off. Once I clear my MU I'm going to be going on my own however. As there is obviously no reason to stay backed when playing, what I feel will be very low variance games. I started to turn things around lately as well.

June Graph... 

3r Graph...

In both cases it's absolute lol volume! However the 3rs are definitely promising, even if sharkscope wouldn't be entirely accurate on tracking rebuys. I'm going to give it a shot for now and just see how it goes. 

In real life news, I finally ended my personal drought I'd be going through in the ladies department. To be honest I'd just been getting too fucked up over the last month or so to even consider pulling. But I was starting to lose my touch a bit as well and the confidence was a bit shattered. So was nice to get that off the back. Kev was starting to give me some serious abuse over it. Sometimes I wish I'd set this blog up completely anonymous so I could go into more details about the sessions we have etc. Would also be able to post pics of girls etc, but I'm just not sure who reads this blog as there's a link to it from my Skype. And don't want to go upsetting anyone to be honest. 

Writing this on Sunday night, had a winning session........... $69. Guess it's not too bad as wasn't looking great for a lot of the day. Sometimes feels like a good day when pull back to even. Head wasn't in the best shape, after last night we went for a couple of quiet ones again....

Newest Member of the Wolfpack.. Fitzy...

The lot of us in Ollies... 

Ended up having to ask them to leave at around 6/7am. It's the first time we've ended a session since we got the house. But just wanted to be in some sort of fit state for Sunday grind. Maybe gave our neighbors a slight bit of rest as well. We've had a few complaints from the people we rent off in the last week. Odds on us lasting the full year lease not looking great. But what can you do.

"Here for a good time, not for a long time"

Swedish House Mafia...

So it was Thursday afternoon, and I was trying to convince Kev to come see Swedish House Mafia on the Saturday. He'd just chopped the Big 162 so was been a bit of a nit. Finally agreed if I went out for a few quiet ones on Thursday he'd come on the Saturday. Few quiet ones they said... Be grand they said..

Marc been the sensible one, decided to stay in and grind. We got down to the local late bar. Several triple jaagers later and we'd made it our mission to bring the session to Marc. A bunch of girls we've turned into our buddies since the forming of the Wolfpack came back with some of the lads. And shit just got out of hand. Nearly everyone was on the buzz, and we just sat up talking shit for hours. Ended up having a few complaints off the people we rent from, because as they were coming into work in the morning, we'd the windows open with the music blaring. So on our beer run (which Kev,Marc and I flipped for, coming to €140 and Marc lost obv) I got them some chocolates to try and win them over. Not sure how good it was me walking into the office absolutely fucked and talking shit.

Some of us in the office during the sesh...

 Taz and myself were the last men standing. He left at about 6pm and I was about to head up to bed. However one of the lads rang me asking if I was up for just going a bit mad. Not one to turn down the sesh, I was of course in. Here was where I made a school boy however. Instead of just going and having a tactical nap, I thought I'd just power through. So when Verdo(the lad who rang me) arrived, he said quite simply I looked like a heroine addict I was in such bad shape. I was determined to head out and ignored the suggestions to go catch a quick hour before we did, because I just knew I wouldn't get up.

Taz man can handle the sesh...

The first drink, sat in front of me for at least an hour. I just kept staring at it. Watching the ice melt away on two occasions. It was physcological warfare going on between body and mind. I wanted to drink it, I needed to get going. But I just couldn't bring myself to. I decided that spirits was the way to go. Necked a few vodkas, still wasn't in the best of form. However once we got to the club and I got some bulmeistershock into me I was in flying form. Wrecking up the dance floor as usual. When we were heading home, these lads we aren't mates with at all jumped in a taxi and headed towards ours as well. They got there before me and were let in. At this stage even though I'd got on the buzz, I just wanted to get to sleep. A bunch of random lads in the house was the last thing I wanted. So for once we just didn't let the sesh go on. Kicked everyone out and off to get some sleep for the first time in about 50 hours.

McKeown came rushing into my room, telling me I was late and we had to hurry up if we were going to make it to Swedish House Mafia. I was completely disorientated, and wasn't sure what was going on. So I just started to get ready. I had a glance at my phone, realized McKeown was taking the absolute piss and it was 8am. We weren't leaving until about 2pm. To say I got mad was an understatement. Just start hurling abuse at him and Sean, who he'd got the train over to ours with. Pure and simply to annoy us ha. He somehow convinced Kev to give him his car keys, and off he went. All I was say is, if he had of been stopped in the car, it would have been straight to jail. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. We toyed with the idea of reporting it stolen, it would have been hilarious. And we think he would have eventually seen the funny side.

If the night before was tough to get going when it came to drinking. The Saturday morning was just an epic battle of wills. We'd decided to go in a bit later because we didn't want to be standing around all day to be honest, when some of the acts on before SHM weren't even the best. I of course, been the attention whore I am. Decided I was going to go and get dressed up as Kermit for SHM. Marc and Kev are getting a bit worried with my Kermit obsession. I'm not even entirely sure where it came from. I just know it's going to stick with me now. When we got up there we met up with the lads, they hadn't got tickets. We all thought it'd be fine and could just pay in on the door. However with alreay 45,000 tickets sold. They weren't letting anyone in and were pretty strict on it.

Outside Swedish House Mafia... 

The gig got a bit of a bad write-up in the papers. And I have to be honest, it was absolute carnage. It was held in the phoniex park in Dublin. On the way to the sectioned off part, where the gig was we seen bodies everywhere, from people been too drunk, others OD-ing on all sorts. We weren't going to let it ruin our day, just had our own buzz and stuck together. It ended up been just Kev, Marc, Anto and myself getting in together. Even though after about half an hour, Anto and Kev went to get pints. Safe to say we didn't see them again. At least we got this video together before the left. 

Lose my mind... 

4 of us inside...

Was delighted I went anyway, it was SHM's last tour. And have to say they did an awesome job. The light effects towards the end as it got dark were awesome as well. The drama when it was over however was a nightmare. 45,000 people leaving. A very high % of them in need of taxis. We ended up walking a couple of miles to beside my old apartment before we got a taxi. Matters weren't helped by the fact Marc's hay fever hit him walking through the park pretty bad. With the way the weekend was gone, we had no choice but to have another aftersesh. We rang the girls again, and got them to leave the club they were in to come to ours. And then there was all the heads that were at SHM back as well. We have a big landing upstairs, and have to say it's a great session space because everyone can just sit there and chillax. Kev decided it was a good idea to play dress up with one of the girls, and they swapped clothes. I'm very tempted to upload the pictures, but for now I won't. Shit ended up getting a bit mad again, I ended up staying up for Wimbledon the next day and watching Murray losing to Federer in the final. Two, two day benders in a weekend is just a bit much. Hopefully won't be at that for a while. Finally sort of getting up to date with this blog. One more post and that should be it.

What they saw...

 What we saw...

Thank you for the memories... 

The Wolf Pack...

I'm not sure about everyone else. I had a gang of friends when I was younger, who'd pretty much do everything together. We'd go out on the piss together, just chill out during the week and always have a good laugh together. However, as you get older people get boyfriends/girlfriends, others get jobs and in general people tend to drift. So Kev and myself decided we were going to form our new gang, know as the 'Wolf Pack'. This was the post I put up onto facebook....... 

You guys might not know this but myself and Kev consider ourselves a bit lonely. We tend to think of ourselves a two man wolf pack. We recently welcomed Marc and Johnny into our pack. We now want this pack to turn into a gang.

We are looking for anyone and everyone. All shapes and sizes. All the colours of the rainbow. We will give everyone a chance to be part of this prestigious gang. All that we require of new members is the promise to have the buzz.

We would expect you to be available most Friday nights for the sesh, that will last between 12-36 hours on average. However you will be more than welcome up during the week to the wolf pack HQ for a nice cuppa, to play Fifa or just talk some shit.

So if you miss the good old days when we all had a gang, before everyone got girlfriends and jobs etc. Help us turn our Wolf Pack into a gang today.

Message myself of Kevin for further details on the Wolf Pack.

 — at wolfpack HQ



Needless to say there was obviously a huge reaction to that appeal for a new gang. So we decided we were going to have to have a Wolfpack initiation. There was just an open invite to the house for everyone. And of course. Shit got out of hand. All I will say is the words 'You're afraid' can lead to all sorts of crazy things. From electric shocks, to broken mirrors, almost a car through the front of the house... Safe to say.. Not a single person was afraid that night. There was plenty of pictures and some videos. I'm just going to give a taster as I'm not sure if it's fit for facebook.

Hoping these links work because can't actually get the videos!!


Taz was not afraid......  However, Karima might have been... 


After the first hectic weekend we have started to gather a solid group of people for the Wolfpack. Our rule is, 'If you're in the Wolfpack, the Wolfpack can't be in you'. Just so we don't come across as creeps the girls we're trying to make friends with. Of course this rule will most likely be bent. But it's a good starting point. 

Just some of the Wolfpack...

Wolfpack 21st...

How the Wolfpack decides the dishes...

First accepted new members...

More new members...

Just think this photo is cool...

Clean up at Wolfpack HQ

I kind of took the easy way out, didn't write much. And just put these photos in. I just have to update about Swedish House Mafia on Saturday. Then I'll be up to date and hopefully keep it a bit more regular and current. But probably won't. We'll see. 

Bogan's visit...

So it was 5am in the morning and I was chatting to Bogan on Skype. When he dropped the bomb that he would be arriving in about 4 hours from London. Germans need to learn the difference between AM and PM if you ask me. So off to bed to get my final few hours of peace for the next week.....

As abruptly as myself and Kev had been awoken. It was nothing compared to what Marc had to suffer. They'd gotten pretty close over the last few months working together. And this is how Bogan thought it was appropriate to introduce himself. (excuse the terrible camera work, I was just awake and not functioning correctly)

Hallo...

Kev and myself just wanted to get a nap in before this weekend began, but it just wasn't going to be allowed. So the two of us manned up and decided we'd bring Bogan to our favorite local restaurant 'Blue'. Bogan and Marc back Kev and I. So they decided they were going to flip for the first meal. So of course we ordered steaks, calamari and wings. Not to mentioned the pints were flowing from the get go.

In Blue...

This isn't going to end well... 

One thing I have to give Bogan is, the man can finish a pint in no time at all. The waitresses were literally putting the pint down, taken one or two steps away from the table and it was finished. Now here we were at 1pm in the day, trying to keep up with this. Planning on drinking for the whole day. The pints kept flowing, and even so early we were starting to get a little bit drunk. I think the total bill came to approx  €250. Marc as he would many times this week, lost the flip of course. 

Interview with Rowniwn... 

We went and met up Bogans mate Charlie who moved over to Ireland about two years ago. Bogan, Kev and him seemed to hit it off straight away. We said it was fine for him to stay with us for the week. We were all getting pretty drunk at this stage and it was still only early. So we decided we'd try and convince Abe to come down from Northern Ireland with us. Bogan see's himself as a sort of father figure to Abe. Albeit a fucking terrible one. Teaching him things no 15 year old needs to know 3 years ago. I can't really remember much of the night when we finally got out, all I can remember that was the night we introduced the 'Bulmeistershock'. For those of you who haven't gone drinking with me. It's half a glass of Bulmers/Budweiser, you drop a blue 'aftershock' into it. Then to top it off you drop a jaager in it as if you are doing a jaager bomb. 

Myself, Kev and Abe with the 'Bulmeister' shock...

I think the shots were Bogan's weakness however. Yes he will tell you what a great drinker he is. Yes he will say not a single person will keep up with him. What he won't tell you, is on his first night of the Emerald Isle he ended up ordering water rather than beer from the bar and also was the first one to leave and off home to bed. Only after showing the whole club what the Melbourne shuffle was of course. 

Before Bogan bailed...

I got home to the house a bit later, and to say it was in bits is maybe the understatement of the century. Kev and Charlie just went a bit mad, smashing up the kitchen. But what can you say, it happens to the best of us. Abe and myself just chilled talking shite in the grind room for several hours and decided at 8am it was a good idea to go for a swim at the beach.

Seemed like a great idea...

This post is starting to get on a bit, so going to sum it up a little bit. The next night we all crashed Kev's sisters family dinner. All headed back to the house before Sinead (Kev's sister) for a surprise party and of course shit ended up getting wild. With all the lads buying Sinead drink she ended up in a hula-hoop. Each day started to kind of blur into the next. Kev, Bogan and Charlie made it out again the following night. Where a proposition was made, that if Kev was to clear make-up (around 5k) Bogan would have to bring him to Mexico when he stopped there on his world tour. Obviously clears make-up and Bogan is going to have to pay up for a flight to Mexico if Kev can get himself some spending money. Kev proceeded to play host for the rest of the week. Bringing Bogan to the casino where I used to work on one of his adventures, obviously where he tells everyone he made me. Oh the shame. 

He set off towards Europe after the week with us, while it was nice for the madness to end. All I can say was it was a pleasure. And hopefully we will all fuck shit up together again at some point <3

The Cookie Monster

So, like I mentioned in my post about our trip to Berlin. I had convinced Tim to come to Dublin to play the UKIPT. This was a little bit ago at this stage, so I'm going to give it my best shot at remembering what happened.

Kev and myself decided that we were going to play Day 1a of the UKIPT. We thought it'd be a little softer, with a lot of the pros like Tim travelling in a day later to save on accommodation. I got a much tougher table draw than I had in previous UKIPT's. Although there was a still a couple of soft spots. It wasn't long before I was hating live poker again. People are just so incredibly slow, and it's so tilting. I ended day 1 with a decent stack, mostly coming from me constantly bet, bet, jamming with air. They literally just can't call in live poker. Refuse to put their tournament life on the line. I also had one hand towards the end of the day where a vamoooo spazzed out to me. Think I went back with approx 50k, going into 500/1k. My hat got me a bit of attention, even got up on the pokerstars blog. It's funny how some people can just make day 2s of UKIPTs and get pics, yet others can't even get there pic in the top 35 of a EPT.

Kermit Hat...

Tim (bakinc00kies) arrived in late on the Thursday night, so myself or Kev didn't get to see him as he went and stayed in Marcs hotel that he had won as part of the package from Stars. The two of them were playing 1b on the Friday. Of course Marc got to head back to bed early as he failed to make the antes in yet another live tournament. Tim however, been the live pro he is cruised into day 2 with a similar stack to myself. Now obviously with Day 2 on the Saturday, the smart thing to do would have been to get a good nights sleep. And obviously that wasn't going to happen. We had to show Tim what 'The Home' was all about. Our local night club. 

So Marc and Tim got the €100 taxi fare from their hotel in City West out to our house in Skerries. And the drinking began. Of course we were full of good intentions. However, a bottle of grey goose and a lot of beers later these were all out the window.

UKIPT Tomorrow? 5 more shots.. We got this...

To be quite honest, with the length of time ago this was I can't remember much of the night. I just know that I'd lost my card, and ended up having to get two girls to bring me home in a taxi as the lads had ditched me. When I got there, Marc and Kevin already had themselves girls. I actually found a picture of Marc's one on my camera funnily enough!!

This is her good side!!!

So obviously this had worked out quite well, meant myself and Tim had a girl each. The only problem was it was about 5am and had to back at the poker room for 12. So was working off borrowed time. These next few lines do not make me a proud man. I managed to get one of the girls up to my room, however she was having none of it. And to be honest at this stage I was just tired so didn't care. Tim however was a determined man. He managed to convince the two of them to stay, and got them up to bed. So shit surely went down now right? Nope. The four us just spooned in the bed. At least we went Boy-Girl-Boy-Girl. I eventually fell asleep after what felt like forever. At least when I woke up the girls had fucked off so it was a little bit of a result. 

My Dad been the sound man he is, agreed to bring myself and Tim over in the morning. So en-route, after stopping off for some much needed water supplies, he made me feel slightly guilty for been in such a state because he had bought 10% of me in the UKIPT. I assured him I'd got this. Tim bust an hour or two into the day when he lost JJ-AA. I was somewhat envious of him getting to go up and enjoy bed. It was also the day of the play-off final, the Heineken cup and the Champions League Final. 

I can honestly say I played the best poker I've probably ever played on day 2 of the UKIPT. I had a lot of fun, and felt like I was constantly putting people in tough spots. However it all sort of unraveled after about 6 hours play. I think the lack of sleep caught up on me, I called down for half my stack on a paired board with a flopped straight. I think if I had of still be completely in the zone I would have found the fold. Then when it was about 10 off the money I 4bet A9o into AQ and that was that. It felt like a good spot, however maybe I should have just nitted it up until the money then gambooled. I had lots of fun and even sported some more Kermit gear. I would have went ALL out if I had of made the final table.

Day 2 UKIPT...

The plan was originally to go out on the Saturday. And to be honest, I can't even remember if we did. I just remember watching Chelsea literally rob Bayern Munich of the Champions League. I have to say though I was delighted for Drogba. Even though at times I didn't like him over the years, he really deserved it in the end I think.

Tim was staying with us for the week, and then flying on to Manchester on the Friday to meet some girl he knew. He had just start playing on his own recently, so he was getting his grind on. And what a life he leads. He used up some of the Irish IP address run goot and shipped the Big 55 for approx $17k which was a decent bank roll boost. 

Just shipping the Big 55... 

After a week of grinding, we convinced Tim to delay his flight by one day to Manchester and have another night out with us. He duly obliged. He bought us all Blue for the week early on Friday afternoon. That was when the drinking started. And with it been over a month ago, again I can't remember much of the night. So I'm just going to leave some pictures and say Tim, it was a pleasure <3

The lads... 

Getting our creep on with randomers...

Bro love

Just want to say a quick thanks to Danny from IPB for the two pictures of me in the Kermit gear. Always does a ridiculously good job on the updates for liveaments and takes some good pics imo. 

We're the 3 best friends!!!!

Just doing a quick update, so that my next two posts make sense. This happened a while ago but I've just been too lazy to keep this updated. After we got back from Berlin. Kev and myself went looking for a house. We wanted to stay local enough to our friends, so ended up settling on a 4 bedroom house in Skerries. It's a little bit old fashioned, but it's half the price I was paying for my apartment in Dublin and will do the job. So Marc moved in as well, so we thought it'd be time to grind.....................

Ye quick look, messy as fuck obv...

Haven't mentioned much in regards to poker lately, just mainly because I think it'd just become boring and repetitive if was always talking about it. However I'm in a little bit of make-up at the moment. And constantly changing my mind about going on my own/playing just 180s. Still have no idea what to do.

Graph since last posted it...

Even though I've been playing mostly Mtts. Looking at that just made me realize how lazy I've been lately when it comes to grinding. That's like 10 weeks play which is just ridic. I just checked out my 180s since I've been mixing them in with Mtts and literally just decided right now I'm probably going to grind them to get out of make-up and see what I think when I clear. 

180s part-time

Lately I've at least got myself on track in regards to diet and fitness. Cooked my own dinner every day the last week (flex). And have had zero shit food at all. Been going running when the sun comes up every morning also. But Kev told me if I get into a normal sleeping pattern he'd go with me in the mornings. So going to attempt that. 

The Wolf Pack

Not allowed put this on facebook, so I thought may as well put it somewhere (sun). I'm 100% going to update the blog again tomorrow. I have 2/3 more posts to write until I'm up to date with real life. And we're having a sort of late house-warming party this Friday so that will require another post I'd imagine. So the quicker I get up to date the better!!