/ Matthew Pitt / 21 October 2011 / Leave a Comment 
I polished off my other three cans of ale whilst some fat bird ate the entire menu of a chinese restaurant and then washed it down with a diet coke. It does not work like that love!
Hello boys and girls! I have been back in Blighty for almost a week now and it has just dawned on me that I have not written anything about my ridiculous journey back home from the World Series of Poker Europe so here it is.
Working at the WSOPE was great fun but it was also very hard work. It would not have been too bad had I not had to do my "normal" work too whilst I was there but at least I have work so I should not be moaning. Some people say that reporting on poker tournaments is not "real work" because it is also my hobby and I really enjoy it. This is true to some degree but try being awake for 18-19 hours a day for an entire week and see how easy it is then. Of course there are much worse jobs out there but trust me when I tell you my fellow tournament bloggers and I work damned hard when on the circuit.
I covered Day 1a of the Main Event and that did not get finished until about 0100 in the morning so by the time I had chilled out a bit in my room and chatted to Lee Davy about a project he is working on, it was gone three in the morning before I dropped off to the land of nod, so when I was woken up by my aptly named wake-up call at 0845 I was hardly full of the joys of spring, though a big fat breakfast soon sorted that out.
PokerNews had booked three of us a taxi to the airport and it went without a hitch, in fact the entire journey back to the UK went without a hitch, though the €6.80 beer in the airport stung a little. Who would have thought, a €6.80 lager tastes exactly like one that costs £2.40 in the UK. Anyway, I arrived back in Manchester, picked up my suitcase (which made it this time and was the first off the carousel) and headed off to get my train. Unfortunately for me the next train was not for over an hour so I sat and read a poker magazine on the station, had one of the cans of Kronenberg I had bought (four cans for £4.50) and listened to my iPod. The train then arrived at the platform, was cleaned and I jumped aboard and claimed a seat with a table.
However, unbeknown to me this was a different train and they failed to change the TV screens! Thankfully I realised when we stopped at Manchester Victoria it said "next stop Scunthorpe." I jumped off the train and ran towards a guard who first laughed in my face but then told me the train I was meant to catch was arriving in five minutes time, at the other end of the station of course. So off I run, belly and man boobs bouncing everywhere and when I get there I discover that half of the population of Manchester is wanting this train, I have never seen a platform so full. We all somehow fit on and I managed to force my way into the First Class carriage where at least there was a little more room.
Pikachu
Despite having to stand the entire way home I did have a couple of chuckles to myself, mostly at the expense of some bloke playing a Pokemon game on his Mac. I found it funny there was a character called "IveySaur," which was not based on Phil Ivey but what looked like a knob you would see kids draw on science books! There was another where he was denied entry to some house because his Pikachu was not cute enough and then another where it said "Josh uses old rod," which was the final straw to a belly laugh. Josh you sad, sad gimp.
I polished off my other three cans of ale whilst some fat bird ate the entire menu of a chinese restaurant and then washed it down with a diet coke. It does not work like that love! Anyway, this 70 minute train journey had taken two hours and I was starting to wonder if I had got on the wrong train again but it turns out some little shit had thrown a shopping trolley at the train in front so we were forced to go really slow due to safety regulations. Twelve hours after leaving my hotel room in Cannes I made it back to Dewsbury! I could have driven it much quicker than that!
The great thing is I get to do it all again in a week's time because I am having to travel to Leeds > Amsterdam (wait three hours) > Luxembourg > Taxi to Amneville, I can hardly wait.
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