Texas Calculatem and Poker Office Blog

It was the Tortoise's birthday bash today and we went to a bar in Old Street. It was a bit too trendy for a geeky uber student such as myself, but what can you do?

Anyway, on the train home, I was browsing through the Tortoise's birthday greetings when this posh bit of totty asked me "Is it your birthday?" She was pretty fit, and I'd probably have quite willingly taken her up the ass without charging my usual fee, but I assumed she only wanted to get talking to the Tortoise and informed her that it was the Tortoise's birthday, not mine (the Tortoise was sitting next to me). Anyway, we got chatting, and she then started slagging off this Gordon Brown book that the Tortoise had received as a birthday gift.

All regular readers of my blog will know that I'm an evil capitalist, looking out for number one, and trying to exploit the weak (and if you're a Poker player who doesn't admit to exploiting the weak you're a hypocrite!). I'm therefore very anti Gordon Brown, and even signed a petition requesting that he not be given the country on a plate. But isn't it a bit rude to start criticising, in a very rude manner, a man's literary tastes on the first meeting?

Anyway, this chick was proudly from Bristol, prefering to be stuck behind a tractor on her commute, than being stuck next to a sweaty businessmen. Though why she sits next to fat men instead of hot young blonde PA's is beyond me. But after hearing a load of Rottie's anger, it's made me think.... Is Bristol ruder than London?