I'm delighted to say the mutt has gone, and whilst I desperately tried to like/be nice to the little bugger, I found it difficult. It was a very interesting mindset I found myself in. Effectively, I think there were two contributing factors in the now famous 'Rage of Lord Furnival'. Firstly, I was on edge from busting myself out of a competition, although I like to think I had a lid on it, and secondly the fact that Lady F decided not to ask me about homing the hound (she knew I would say no). I wonder how this would have all gone down had I scooped the first prize of $65,000 and strolled in as chipper as a teenager in a harlot's den. In any case, she thinks I over-reacted, I think I was well within my rights. She then tells me that it wasn't piddle I trod in barefoot, it was its number 2 - cleaned up. I rest my case.
The long awaited debut of Lord Furnival in Las Vegas is imminent. I have decided to take a trip to the MGM Grand next week to play some tournaments out there. I had a pretty successful time of things last week, 'cashing' in three of the four tournaments I played in, although all very modest amounts rather frustratingly. I have decided to adopt the attitude that a cash is a cash, and it effectively allows me to play my next set of tournaments for free, my goblet is half full I tell you.
I am very much looking forward to the trip into the desert, there is something about the place that sends a shiver to the spine. I'm sure its from all the poor souls who found themselves buried in the desert, for one misdemeanour or another. Whilst there I shall resume my golf course battle, with one of the toughest blighter's to win a dime from. Haggling for a shot or two with him is like trying to get blood out of a stone, and he shows no remorse as he collects on the 18th green; merely smirks and quips to infuriate one further. Well, heed this warning the Squire of Sin City, this time I'm out to get you.
Be lucky
Lord F
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