Poker Diaries #1

My name is Adam O'Connell and I am a poker player. Forgive the AA style introduction, most people I know would begin with something like... how old they are, what they did for a living, that they liked cats perhaps, however poker players are not like most people. Most people would not like to spend hours staring at cards, not talking and risking large amounts of money, which quite frankly you will surely lose.

'Who fancies a curry?' gaff

Bruce Forsyth. That entertainer/ charmer has gone and done it again.

It was reported that at a student comedy gig his show was interupted by the dreaded mobile phone. Who was it? Well as with all great comedians - the answer is to use it as part of a gag. But this time the gag horribly backfired.

He asked which persons phone was ringing and it was from a young indian girl.

He then answered the phone and mocked we will all see you later for a curry - the poor woman on the other end happened to be the young girls mother.

It's all in the beautiful game

The countdown to the world cup is drawing ever closer and those famous words 'come on england' will be singing from every rooftop, living room and public house in the land.

But spare a thought a moment my friends! or should i say spare a thought for the girlfriends, wives or mistresses every where. Since we are living in a world of upside down topsy turvy gender reversals, perhaps women will shouting harder than the men - but, there are still a handful of women i know,  who wont be remotely interested in how england do in the tournament.

Bare Faced Cheek of Race Watchdog

Will Smith

The lazy bugger

It's a weekday afternoon, and your hard at work, or meant to be, but not if your the deputy prime minister.

John Prescott has become an istitution for satire. First we had two jags. Then there was 'two shags.' Now, it seems he is 'two slacks.'

booze and girls

On Saturday night, home alone and fed up with revising Comprehensive Service Assessments and Compulsory Purchase Orders, I decided to go round my flatmate’s girlfriend’s house in search of feminine comfort and company.

Most of us had been out together the night before and I think we were all in the same state of mind: that weird, alcohol-induced place which lies as close to being miserable as you can get without actually having any reason to be sad. Self-indulgent, I suppose.

Bearded man on the up

Chris Gaynor

Questions always come in two's!

'To be or not to be?

To live or not to live?

Who remembers Noel's House Party? A classic piece of Saturday evening entertainment from the bearded man himself with a man dressed in a pink suit with blobbs all over his body.

It wasn't me guv!

It wasn't me guv! How often do we here this phrase in society? From top to bottom, and even in our own lives we all fail to take the blame for something that was patently our own making.

The classic example is the recent Home Office fiasco. Teflon Tony had to get rid of Charles Clarke in order to put the 'house' in order as all was not well in the Home Office.

Reflections on Eight Months in London Part 2: manners

When I was a kid, right up to about 12 months ago actually, I always swore I'd never move to London. Whenever I'd jump of the train at Euston I'd immediately be struck with just how busy and rude everyone was. People seemed stressed and bad-mannered for the sake of it.

Reflections on Eight Months in London Part 1: there ain't enough chickens in the world

It's been over eight months since I moved to London now. I love it up here. So much to do, so much to see. And did you know London is the only place in the world where you're never further than 30cms from a fried chicken restaurant?

Why so many?