Going, Going, Goa!!

Okay, maybe headlines aren't my thing but you get the picture. Early Tuesday morning I jet off to Goa, India for the APC (http://www.asianpokerclassic.com/). I am looking forward to the event, but I have been soured by the hassle I've had to go through to get my visa.

That's right, everyone who visits India has to go to the Indian Consulate in Central London to get a visa. You can risk sending it off, but stats reckon they lost 1000's in the last 12 months and I wasn't risking it. In this day and age. Yes. Utter nonsense. So I get there in the pouring rain at 8am, after spending an hour on the cattle market that is the London Underground feeling slightly peeved. The night I spent on my mates bedroom floor probably didn't help either. There's no one there, no ques or anything, WHOOPEE. Then I see a sign saying visas this way, with an arrow pointing round the corner. Yep, you guessed it, I peeked round the corner and there's a que a mile long, mostly consisting of animals, er I mean traveller types.

So I stand there, snow and rain pelting me in the face thinking how great my life is for the best part of three hours back and forth before finally getting all my stuff sorted and its about 11am. I come out to no que and people are casually wandering in. That's a tilt moment right there, folks. Thank the lord there was no wifi in the vicinity otherwise my Crypto account would've taken a hammering. It's like when you're on a cash table, grinding away and waiting for a hand against the table lunatic all day, when some short stacking cunt comes in and 5 minutes later he's shit the deck, quadrupled up, busted the LAG hero and fleed.

So off to meet the new BF poker bod Paul Twaddle, pick up my snazzy BF shirts that I am obliged to wear for whoring myself and then back to Euston to catch my train home. Apparently my ticket isn't valid for this particular Euston-Preston journey, and there's no seats left in coach, so it's off to First Class at a one way price of £170. Whoooooo. However it's not all bad as I get home to learn the train I was supposed to catch was the one that ended up in a ditch somewhere. So, I guess that's the equivalent of hitting a 3 outter after being sucked out on in a massive pot, alls well that ends well but still feel aggreived.

Myself and poker are a little shi-ite at the moment, so I at least have something in common with my Asian counterparts (oh, how my punfully intended jokes are hilarious). It's nothing too disastrous, but I'm just stuck in a rut, but as long as I keep getting my cards in with KK vs. Ax, it's only a matter of time before I hit GIN and get back on the winning trail, hopefully in India.

All jokes aside I am really looking forward to this trip, some of my best friends are from India and they are amongst the most helpful and friendly people in the world. I'm not sure I'll be partaking in the curry breakfast buffets I've heard about but I do love my spicy food so I'll give it a whirl, however I am hoping everyone in the poker tournament gets together and unanimously agree not to eat anything that will make the bowels, erm, slightly gurgly the day before, we have to endure enough shit as it is on the tables without having to smell it all day long. $1 million guaranteed, I am due a really big result and this could just be the place. If I cash well, I'll probably end up doing a tour of the islands for a month, but then I'll probably convince Joey Lovelady & Blacklist into doing it anyway.

If you're going out there, drop me a message here or an email on jfarrer69 at aol dot com.. and if you recognise me, be sure to say hello and offer a glass or bottle of Chablis. Yes, Thew, I'm looking at you ;-)

All the breast,
JPK

PS Good luck to the new Sky Poker programme that's started up (http://www.skypoker.com/), my mate Ed Giddins will be on the show and it's being advertised to high hell on the big football
matches, the Sky Sports website et al so I expect it to really take off in the next couple of months (they even got Helen Chamberlain on, I'd still bok her for old times sake from my masterbatory teen years) and be really beneficial for the UK scene. We need all the help we can get!