by Ian Simpson | Published: Dec 01, 2012
London Poker Madness So I get to London for the major poker shenanigans occurring in September. I’m exhausted after a three-hour train journey, navigating the underground and hopping in a taxi to drive towards my hotel. It did not look appealing. The building looked quite dilapidated and the area quite rough. I pull up, thank the taxi driver, hop out and approach the door which has a brand new lock. Turns out it was essential really as it was apparent that the door had recently been kicked in. I try to enter but the new lock is working perfectly so I call the number scrawled on the outside of the building. A mumbled conversation later and a man emerges from a side door smoking something… “Sorry mate, hotel closed down two days ago. You’ll have to go somewhere else.” Oh good. I was in the middle of London, with no ...
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