No poker today ...
... sat on a train and listened to public school boys return from a trip to the Lake District.
You cannot watch two twelve year olds discuss "not a breaking a fifty" without wincing ... really on the edge of being well brought up gentlemen ... but just missing something ... or maybe not ...but who gives their kids fifty pound notes?
Next up were the parents who think it is reasonable to let their kid scream a strange sentence 100 times before telling them to be quiet ...
Meanwhile I re-read The Alchemist ... I like it ... it pricks you into action ... but a necessary pause to play football ...and a random game versus some North London kids (16-18 year olds) ... strangely move civilised than the public school boys on the train ... they beat us 7-6 ... I played badly (going forward) generally well at the back ... I wonder how they viewed the experience ... they were good kids ...
... and now back home via the pub ... some interesting chat ... about beautiful football players ... surely there has to be an end product ... it is not just about the random perfect pass ... when Gasgoigne slays the Scots in 1996 ... he touch is sublime but it only matters because he scores ... I love and hate him for that.
Maybe there are exceptions to the rule ... but overall it is a spike to play FTW ... the nice move finished by the crisp volley ... right?
Louis
