Re your review of the Norfolk WSOP event. I would like to point out that as you managed to double up against me twice to scrape into the heads up I don"t look at the final hand as having rivered you, more of naughty little chips returning home to Mama. Also, anyone who takes a family game seriously enough to turn up in a baseball hat doesn"t deserve to win!
Well blog readers, I have a tale to tell. Bad hat Lady is my older sister, Sandra Stringer. "Bad hat lady", as the name suggests, has form where iffy headgear is concerned. On the first occasion she joined in our homegame she sat down with a bag contain several items of headgear you would only normally see on someone who was on a care in the community program. Woolly hats and baseball caps were the saner items on display. A set of Greg Raymer style lizard shades put in appearance as did one of those sets of glasses you get from joke shops with the "eyes" that bounce out on springs. The highlight of the evening in question was the funniest thing I have yet seen or am ever likely to see around a poker table. I"ve seen some odd things on my tables at APAT nationals; Bainn"s table banter at Luton last year, a player getting outplayed by an empty chair at Cardiff and most bizarre of all, a poker player dislocating his kneecap whilst sat at the table in Edinburgh. Nothing, however, compares to Bad Hat Lady"s top comedy moment. One of her pieces of headgear was a Biggles style flying helmet accompanied by some flying goggles. The idea was that every time she entered a pot, she would yell "Going in" and pull down the goggles. However, at one point, the elastic snapped, flew to the right and hit a fellow player in the eye. Rather than express any concern for the injured party, everyone else in the room collapsed in fits and play had to be suspended for several minutes whilst sanity was restored.
