What happens in Texas, should bloody well stay in Texas.

I apologise for my lack of posts this week, I really must get myself a new laptop. This iPad device is quite tricky to type on, when you have have big fingers like mine.
You will be pleased to know that I made it up to Vegas in one piece, although not without getting stuck in a traffic jam in the Mojave desert. The car thermometer peaked at 108 degrees and I'll be honest it looked a hellish place to be stuck. Myself and Prince Michael from the East end busied ourselves at words with friends to pass the time. (I'll have to give him a few games soon, because at $10 a game I don't want to lose him!)

There is one thing any grown adult who has been to Sin City will tell you, when you are here you just walk around and smile. It is obscene, opulent, extravagant and ridiculous all in one, and is still possibly the best place on earth.
I haven't fared too badly at the tables, although have won nothing major. The fabulous news was that whilst I was lying by the pool/sitting in the spa, Michael was winning the Holdem and coming 4th in the Omaha tournaments. Alas I hear you say, Lord F how is this good for you???? Well my friends we had exchanged a nice little percentage prior to arrival and what a sweetener that has been.

On a slightly Sourer note, whilst in the spa I got chatting to a nice elderly chap from Texas. I discovered that he was a farmer, and obviously my farming background meant we could have a good natter about the cattle trade. When he asked me if I would like to go out for dinner with him, I goddamn choked on my water.
'not my cup of tea, old chap, I'm afraid. I only bat for one team, and it ain't that one'
I mean have you no shame old man?? Not a day younger than seventy years old and propositioning a man 40 years younger than yourself. I made a hasty bloody exit, I tell you, and it was almost as if he was hiding round every corner of the changing room as I attempted to stealthily get dressed away from prying eyes.

I must admit, each to their own, and hats off to his brazenness. I suppose the sight of Lord F in a towel is just too much for some to resist....

On that note I must leave you to get back to the tables. I'm sure there will be a few more tales on my return,

Viva Las Vegas

Lord F