Why is it that as soon as I mention something about somewhere warm, where the sun shines and you dont lose the feeling in your fingers if you happen to forget your gloves behind…

Then the weather man turns up the winter knob some more… ahh you didn’t get enough snow and ice… ah let me be generous and give you a bit more… did I hear that you wanted to fly somewhere? … did I hear you wanted to escape the winter?….

Flights cancelled due to bad weather…. you aint going anywhere mate!

So even if I did want to go to Africa, India, Australia, South America… I couldn’t because the weather man has made sure of that.  So what do I do… I sit inside all snug, and smug… next to a heater and I log on and play online poker all night…

A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do… and in my case thats play poker.  Nothing wrong with that, its a skillful game of out-playing, out-witting, out-manouevering your opponent with your superior knowledge and poker strategy.

Of course I can hear my ma’s words ringing in the head… why dont you sleep at night and work in the day, just like all normal people?  …. Henry….(thats my Dad…) we should have been more strict with Edward and given him more boundaries…..

….It’s so terrible he has become a no good useless bum…. oh dear…..

Until I win it big time… then she will have a different song… I bet… you watch her…