Texas Calculatem and Poker Office Blog

I just won a bag like this one, and a free breakfast with an editor from the FT. I guess my luck is finally starting to turn around.

Poor Juice is getting a lot of flak for his bad beat stories. I don't think he was genuinely trying to humiliate Mark. He just likes to complain. And I'm sure Mark is proud of getting lucky and tilting his fellow blogger.

Anyway, it looks like lots of anger has been entering the world lately. Last week I accidently upset Joanna on Kenny's blog. Saw my mate get attacked by a peasant. Saw an old man verbally abuse a hoody (which was very bizarre, as you'd expect the opposite, and the hoody just looked embarrased to be there). And this week we have Juice's troubles. Where is the love? The Gods certainly don't love Fergie's solo musical career, but here's a classic from her days with the Black Eyed Peas.



I was watching The Daily Politics again this morning. They were interviewing some Labour chick who was trying to avoid saying that she supported a 50% tax. For some reason she equates high city incomes with inequality and is against women spending too much on handbags. What she doesn't realise is that workers in the city are willing to put in the hours and get things done. They don't flinch at working over 48 hours a week, helping to bring investment and business into the country, paying high taxes, and letting Labour give it away in tax credits to buy votes from the masses who think that 35 hours is a long work week.