Damn, hello stinking hangover. Someone tipped an ash tray into my mouth and a dumpster emptied its contents into my kitchen.
Yep, another successful poker night.
This one was a classy affair, Craig's birthday so we all dressed up and acted smartly, just like James Bond would:
It was cigar city washed down with champagne, beer and cognac.
Lots of heated conversation and concentration from Richard as far as following the rules were concerned:
James showed us his ring a few times...
...and was looking pretty as usual...
Well, not a pretty as the Birthday boy:
All in all, a great night. My new poker table (Christmas present from Sharon) went down a treat, with only minor scrapes a bruises:
Final score (after starting with £19):
So the Birthday boy walked away the winner, again. Till next time, chaps.