Monday, 28 September 2009

Lost weekend

The poker club meets in the back room of a pub 1/2 hr away. Here's Carlos; he doesn't have a heart of gold, but I'm solid with him because I found him an expert witness (a maxillary surgeon) for his assault case. The question is whether the other guy's smashed face is due to encountering a wall or Carlos. "It's OK Inkspot, the police are probably going to drop the case because the other bloke has a terrible record, but thanks anyway. Really, thanks a lot." It cost me a 5 minute phone call to a surgical friend, but the British class system is as rigid as ever and Carlos has the wrong contacts. Except for me.

I played until too late, so Saturday was a bit of a write-off, I was too tired to be a useful family member and the morning was a bit tense. Sunday we had lunch with friends, he's gentle, she's beautiful. They have a lake in the grounds, so after lunch ("That lamb was delicious, you could really taste the innocence", stolen from Arlington Hynes at bogol, thank you Arlington, it was a great success) we went swimming. Despite the Indian summer it was too cold to stay in long, and the children were too intelligent to go in at all. Dinner was chips from the Turkish chip van; you don't get that in the country.

5 comments:

Gyppo Byard said...

I winced when I got to the bit about a maxillary surgeon. I once encountered one of these chaps while I was lying on a gurney and he was explaining to me what he was about to do with an unnecessarily large-looking chainsaw once his anaesthetist had knocked me out.

He did a fine job, though - I benefitted hugely from being on an all soup diet for 6 weeks...

Lulu LaBonne said...

Did you come out of the evening better off than you started it, despite being the worse for wear on Saturday?

Gadjo Dilo said...

Sounds like it's the same as over here, Inky: the Mrs is a theatre nurse and everybody and his dog phone her up to get a bit of surgery done, and they have to be nice to her or she can reduce the aneasthetic half-way through the op :-)

inkspot said...

Gyppo, I shall leave it to Carlos to pass on the soup diet information.

Lulu, hang on a bit, there was no hangover involved, OK? Worse for wear indeed, forsooth, I was just weary, no more. Oh, better off? Well, not exactly, I need to find a higher-stakes game, that'll make me play better.

Gadj, I think the trick is to be nice to Carlos.

nursemyra said...

I'd like to be your brother's poker partner ;-)