St.Pancreas Station is all nice and new, but there is a problem - it's the Eurostar terminal so it's full of strange people with too much facial hair, tight jeans and oversized suitcases*, which they leave lying around everywhere. It took me ten minutes to dodge through the crowds and get onto the tube, but that's London I suppose. I worked out I can get from Ebbsfleet to The Empire in Leicester Square in 31 minutes, and to The International in 25 minutes.
Betfair stuck $30 in my dormant account tonight with the condition that I play some poker this weekend. That's the kind of deal I like! It seems to make sense to keep a few accounts with nothing in here and there, as the sites are so desparate for us to be paying the rake they'll even bankroll us in a limited way.
*This blog is not intended to offend any strange people. Your individuality enriches society, and we love you for it.
The Grand Canyon from Guano Point