Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Still here

Well, after all that I-can't-stop-blogging whining earlier this week, I haven't had the time to write anything. But since I said I would if I got knocked out of a poker game early, I feel morally obliged to say something now.


There, wasn't that fun? I'll be back, really, on Monday. Or maybe on Saturday morning if I'm out of bed early enough, before going down to Crawley.

Sunday, August 27, 2006

It's no good, I can't do it

No TV for a week? No problem. No sitting down and typing the first thing that comes into my head every evening? Not possible. So it's official, blogging really is an unhealthy addiction.

I did try to stand firm in the face of extreme temptation. I didn't write a thing last night about the fact that Joe McGann sat directly opposite me on the tube, not even when I walked past the Zoom Internet Cafe on the way back to my room at night. But enough is enough. I can't deprive my many readers of my nightly wittering for a whole week. I probably won't write something every night, just when I'm out of the nightly poker tournament early like tonight.

The MSO is still great fun, but somehow I get the feeling that I've outgrown it. Or it's outgrown me. Or outshrunk me, anyway. One or other of us isn't the right size, however you want to look at it. By which I mean that I'm not as enthusiastic about the selection of competitions there these days, I'm not particularly close friends with any of the regulars who still turn up every year, and I think I might give it a miss from now on unless there's a memory competition. Sad, but there are other things I could be doing with my time and money.