Yorky Pud

Howdy campers! I actually made a video blog but it was beyond terrible so I thought I'd revert to what I do best and write the damned thing instead. I'm currently in Austria covering the EPT Snowfest for PokerNews and I am writing this from the media room which has the most amazing view of snow covered mountains ever! MBN as they say on the interwebs.

I am feeling quite dapper at the moment, which is pretty amazing considering the state I was in three or four hours ago. You see it was the welcome party last night in the “Goat Stall,” a bar that had real life goats in it, weirdos. Although the furry four legged creatures kept their distance the free booze most certainly did not. I was a pissed Pudding. It was a really good night in all, plenty of laughs etc but I did manage to offend some German's and almost get into a fight as a result. Everything is a little fuzzy around the edges but I vaguely remember one smug little git telling me he hated the English so I did what any Yorkshireman would do and asked him, “du hast ein enge arschloch?” Google it as I don't think I can write it on here. Obviously this went down really well and resulted in me having to do a runner down a ski slope but hey it was fun.

I awoke this morning fully clothed, face down, still wearing my glasses and feeling like death. Apart from the over indulgence of free ale the hotel decided it would be a great idea to try and boil me to death by turning the heating up full blast. After managing to open my eyes I had a mini panic for a few minutes where I tried, and failed, to recall the goings on of the night and I couldn't find my phone, though I did find it on the bathroom floor when I went for a shower. I'm a fan of baths but hotel showers are immense and I stood there for half hour trying to come round and psyche myself up for breakfast. A few shots of orange juice, several sausages and a vat of coffee sorted me out and I am back with the living again, though still massively dehydrated. Thankfully there is a massive fridge full of free water, Coke and apple juice and I am slowly but surely making my way through it.

The tournament doesn't actually start until 1400 each day I have discovered, which is pretty amazing as it means I get to have a sleep and do my usual work before hand, where as on previous EPTs I have had to get up at 0600-0700 do some work and then do a 12-14 hour shift on the tournament floor, which is a killer. There should only be around 400-500 runners in total, which is nothing really as Barcelona had more than 800 and Prague 600 so this should be a walk in the park. This reminds me that I was talking to James Akenhead (top bloke) and Jack Elwood (another top bloke) last night whilst under the influence, name dropping FTW.

Right, I'll leave it there for now as I need another Apfel Spritzer and I am sure there are some Germans for me to fight too. Until next time, thanks for reading and best of luck at the tables.