Right fish time for a Fraser Island post now where shall I start?? Errr this little trip was basically a 4 day thing consisting of a 3 day 2 night self drive camping adventure on the largest sand island in the world which was both funny and somewhat dangerous at the same time. I saw some amazing views and experienced some beautiful places but this was not without a small degree of stress…
Me and Scotchay got the Greyhound coach at 6am from Agnes Waters to a place called Rainbow Beach and stayed at a hostel called Fraser’s on Rainbow. The hostel was complete tezza and this is where we kipped the night before the camping and the night after. There’s fk all to do in Rainbow tbh its just a kinda holding place before the camping adventure on Fraser Island. The only good thing about the hostel was this group a beautifully coloured Parakeets flying around the surrounding area.
On the first afternoon myself and Scotch were joined in the hostel bar/lounge by all the other peeps who were going on the same trip for some compulsory safety bollocks which was conducted by this hippy geezer called Luke. Luke was funny as fk and the chat about safety was just a token gesture to comply with government rules n regs etc. There where 27 people in total and Luke split us into three groups of nine peeps per four wheel drive. Me and Scotch were joined by a German couple called Gwen and Heinrich, two other krauts called Hedda and Carina, a young English bloke called Jamie and wait for it….. two Dutch birds called Simone and errrrrrrr Fanny! I knew I was guareenteed to meet fanny whilst in Oz I thought to myself, both quality and ironic I think you’ll agree J Later in the evening I got to know Fanny and the rest of my new best mates a little better in the hostel bar before turning in for the night.
Up early doors the next day and me and my new gang of four dirtay Krauts, two Dutch birds with stupid names, one random kid from the UK and some clumsay, messy ginger coount who is at times an absolutee liability (that’s Scotch btw) had to check all our camping gear to make sure it was all there and working correctly etc before heading off to the garage where some fat Ozzy dude gave us a lecture on the do’s and don’ts and briefly told us how to drive a 4WD on the beach and over rough inland terrain, [ ] the demonstration helped a lot.
We set off mid afternoon ish and Heinrich was the initial driver as everyone was pretty reluctant to get the ball rolling. We had six drivers in total btw, me, the 4 Krauts and Simone. First up we drove onto the Mantaray barge via a small piece of beach which took us across the sea from Rainbow onto Fraser Island and then along this really rough track to the main beach and it quickly became clear that driving wasn’t exactly a piece of piss, it was fucking dangerous. Once we overcame the bumpy drive to the main beach Heinrich drove along a stretch of the beach before yours truly took control of the wheels as it was evident that no one else fancied it and nor did I tbh especially as my driving abilitays mirror that of the poker skills of my mate Adam “I’ve had more busted rolls than I’ve had wanks” Bell.
Driving on the sand wasn’t easy and took a weee bit of time getting used to, you can quickly lose traction and its obviously uneven at times so I had to use all my powers of concentration. After the beach drive I had to turn inland to a small town called Eurong the then up and down this really rough track for about 1 hour to Lake Mckenzie, fuck me this was tough! It was a wicked new experience for me and I got a bit of a buzz and an adrenaline rush out of it but it was also fooking stressful. I had to look after 8 other human beings aswell as myself albeit four of those being fithy Germans.
The driving was hard work and quite tiring tbh but it was well worth it when we got to our first destination because Lake McKenzie was absolutely incredible. Its looks like a beach from a Caribbean Island or summat but there are obv no waves. It’s a pure fresh water lake and you could just swim about the place gulping down the water as I did and its pretty much like drinking Evian from out of a bottle.
After our chill out at the lake Henirich drove into the bush (not fanny’s) to a place called Woolangba creek for a short bush walk which was really noisy because of this sort of srceeching sound created by the insects in the trees, it was like nothing I’ve ever heard before. We strolled around this place for about 20 minutes which was pretty cool before heading to our first nearby camp site where we put up our tents and got dins dins on the go. Its amazing how quickly it got dark and we ended up cooking/eating in pitch black conditions lol. It was only around 7pm but it felt more like 11ish. After the munch we hooked up with peeps from the other two groups and basically got a little mezzy and played a few games etc. It was an ok night but could have been better if some people where a little more crazy and drunk.
Next day we were up about 6am to pack up all our shit and then headed back to Lack McKenzie for a wash/mince in the lake before Simone drove us back along the same redic rough ‘road’ that I had driven along the night before. Tbf the girl done good, however the other three birds where fking shit. Whilst on the beach heading to a place called Eli Creek the three them took turns in driving along the main beach for a few mins for a token gesture ‘I drove a 4WD on the beach alongside the sea’ complete with a holiday snap of them attempting to control the vehicle. Carina done ok but fking Hedda almost rolled the bloody thing when changing her mind at the last second and steering too sharply and Gwen decided to do what I can only describe as an emergency stop in deep sand on a huge open stretch of main beach and obviously got us stuck, wp Gwen. Once Scotch, Jamie and myself ( Mr Hulk hands) pushed the vehicle out of the deep stuff Heinrich drove us to Eli Creek. This was a nice little fresh water stream which ran from an inland area across the main beach and into the sea, it was kinda like the rapids you get at some swimming pools and water park type places, fk knows how its created? After bathing in the unique conditions at Eli Creek Heinrich drove us to a place called Indian Head where the views where spectacular, (see pics).
After checking out these views we had to quickly get back to the second camp site because of the incoming tide. I reluctantly offered to drive as Henirich had already done his fair share and no one else wanted the job. It was a bit of mission getting to the camp site which was situated between Eli Creek and a rusty old shipwreck called Maheno but we all got there in one piece. However, just as we approached the camp site we spotted one of the other groups in a bit of trouble. Their motor had dangerously got stuck close to the incoming tide and there key had snapped off in the door so they were proper fked. Our group helped push them to safety and they got someone out the next day to sort out the key situation. That incident sort of helped the two groups bond a bit more and the second night turned out to be much better than the first as a consequence.
Again we set up camp and cooked/ate in darkness, Scotchy actually cooked up some nice grub that night with limited cooking utenlises. I remember one comedy/almost embarressing moment when Fanny bent over to swat a fly and Scotch jokingly placed an empty plate on her back whilst dishing up and I nearly put my foot in it by almost uttering the words, ‘yeah good idea Scotch lets all eat our dinner off fanny’ without thinking lol, some how I managed to stop myself and prevent an awkward moment. The only shit thing about the early part of the night were these redicously large horseflies which were flying about all over the place. These motherfuckers werent your normal flies these fuckers were like flies on steriods, they were fooking massive and when bitten by one they actually drew blood. I had a few chunks of flesh missing myself by about 7pm, proper nasty fuckers they were. Luckily these bastards seem to disappear by about 7.30 but the other irriatating thing where the mosquitoes which stayed out all night. I didn’t get bitten too much as I don’t think they liked my cooked meat too much but Scotch’s fresh milky skin got chewed the fk out of lol (see pics). Aswell as the Horseflies and mozzays we also had to contend with the dingo’s which are abit like wild dogs only more dangerous although tbf they didn’t really give us any hassle. Actually it was kinda cool being surrounded by 4 or 5 Dingos at any one time and all you had to do was chase the bastards off if they got too near. BTW Scotch is gonna write a one off special guest post about his experiences with the Horseflies, mozays and dingo’s when he needed to take a dirty wet dump in the Austalian bush, its fking hilarios and I think only he can do it justice tbh.
After munching most of us got on the booze and the drinking games were a lot more rowdy this night with the main one being the fuck game. I can’t be bovved to explain the rules but I kept fking up partly because im a retard and partly because I was semi ball bagged. However, I quickly sharpened up my act when the forfeit was no longer a drink but an item of clothing espeically as I was only wearing two items and I fked up early doors meaning I had to swap one of my items, my t-shirt with Fanny and a double fk up meant losing an item. One thing I’ll never forget about this night was the clearness of the night skies it was even better than WhitSunday and that was amazing. The skies are basically sooo clear because there is almost zero light coming off the Island. You could also see two separte storms in the distance, it was something pretty special.
I don’t think we crashed until about 3am and I shared a tent with the two Dutch girls as I had done the previous night. One of the dutch birds Simone was kinda trying it on with me earlier on in the night but by the time we all ended up in the tent the Dutch girls where proper drunk and were both puking up into this cup, luuuuvely. Two girls, one cup……loadsa sick, great!! I had to shine the torch about outside to check for approaching Dingo’s whislt they took turns vommitting, [ ] it was awesome.
On the the third and final day we had to be up super early (5.30am) to avoid the incoming tide to get to a place called Lake Wabby. However, because everyone got sooo bagged up we didn’t leave until about 7.30am and got stranded at Eli Creek. I guess there is a lot worst place to be stuck but we missed out on Lake Wabby and had to wait for the tide to go back out before driving back to the mantra ray barge where I saw Dolphins and then back to the garge. Later in the evening we had a group meal back on Rainbow Beach at that shit hostel and then me and Scotch were up early doors the next day for a nice little run on Rainbow Beach before getting the Greyhound to a place called Noosa. I’ll write about this place in the next blog as this has turned out to be a mammoth post. I’ve also been to Brisbane, Surfers Paradise and Coolngatta aswell since Noosa and im in Bryon Bay atm, fun times! Laters.

Waaaaay behind on this blog, sry fish i really need to keep ontop of it. Since my last post i've spent time in Agnes Water, Rainbow Beach, Fraser Island, Noosa, Brisbane and i arrived at Surfers Paradise today, i'll write a bit about Agnes Waters now and see how it goes...
Agnes Water or 1770 as its often referred to is a small surf town and we basically visited this place just so we weren't stuck on the Greyhound coach for 17 hrs between Airlie Beach and Rainbow beach just to break the journey up a little. We were joined by the Canadian girls Kelly and Brittany and also hooked up with two cool blokes in our room called Mike and Kyle. The hostel we stayed at was called Southern Cross and it was beautiful, one of my favourite hostels so far. Its very different from the normal type of hostel and was set in a woodland area, a really cool place. The first day we got there i went for a monster (for me) run from the hostel to Agnes beach then had a swim and jogged back. Because Scotch is a lot fitter/dumber than me he steamed off on the way back to the hostel and managed to get lost even though it was just one long straight road, wp Scotch. In the evening we had a few chill out beers/drinking games (blowjobs for the boys and shockers for the girls - long story) with Canada, Kyle, Mike and a few other random peeps in a place called the Tavern.
Next day we went surfing in the morning and it was fucking hard, really good fun but blooday frustrating as well. The waves were pretty good and i managed to get to my feet a handful of times before falling off. In the afternoon/evening we just chilled by the hostel pool for a bit, played some table pool which was interrupted by a preying Mantis landing on one of the balls and i also gave Mr Scotch a caning in the art of tarble tennis. Later in the night we had a bit of a camp fire going and ate marsh mellows whilst watching about 10-15 big fuck off Cane Toads eating moths (there's shit loads of these mofo's in 1770) and other insects. I love all the beastays out here in Oz, seen so many strange and colourful insects/fish/animals/birds etc, love all that stuff.
That will do for now. I've also decided to amend my previous two posts about Melbourne and Whitsunday. I kinda feel like i am rushing my posts a bit tbh and i don't wanna miss out the small details like the people i meet and the small funny stories etc so i'm gonna take my time more from now on. Still need to write about the other places i mentioned at the start of this post, will do that soon. Uploaded loadsa pics onto my Facebook album so if anyone really gives a shit check em out or add me on fb. Bye.

I had the most amazing 30th b'day (30 yrs old, FML) ever cruising around the Whit Sundays which are basically a group of topical islands on the east coast of oz. Firstly we flew from Melbourne to Hamilton Island and then got a water taxi to a place called Airlie Beach, where we stayed for 3 nights at a hostel called Beaches for 3 days before our cruise. The hostel is decent and we have pretty much been chilling out at the Lagoon during the day and going to the hostel bar in the evening. I also managed one really tough 6km run in redic heat from the lagoon to Cannonvale Beach via Biccentential walkaway. On the Saturday we boarded the BroomStick Cruise boat with 21 other boys n gals and 3 crew members and captain. On the first day we sailed around a few of the islands and done some really good snorkeling although the best was yet to come. In the evening most of the ship played drinking games and got a little ball bagged basically getting to know each other a bit better, it was a good night.

The Sunday was my 30th b'day and turned out to be a pretty perfect day. It kicked off with a visit to White Haven beach where I swam with Stingrays and small sharks. White Haven has been voted one of the best beaches in the world and was truly incredible, a really amazing place. I had time for a good walk around taking in the breath taking sites and also saw a Giant Turtle swimming on the way back to the boat. In the Afternoon i experienced some of the most mind blowing snorkeling ever, the conditions were perfect and the coral and wide array of fishays i saw was again absolutely amazing. In the evening we watched the sunset and had more beers, gd banter and a bit of star gazing. Supposedly the Whit Sundays are one of the best places to watch the stars and the night skies were sooo clear that night.

On the Monday morning we done some more snorkeling albeit a bit shit because of a storm the night before and also witnessed our captain call out a Eagle from the mountains to take a piece of bread my under his very nose. He basically used some sort of whistle and had been doing the same thing since 1994! You had to be there to really understand what i mean, again it was pretty amazing stuff. I also got to sail the ship which was a nice touch and we got back to Airlie Beach at midday on the Monday. On Monday night most of us met at Beaches for beers beers beers. I ended up getting old of some Irish bird who was on our boat although i couldn't bring myself to take it any further than a sloppy snog lol. I just didnt fancy her enough and have decided to only do that sort of shit now if i really like the bird, i kinda feel like a cheated on Kels tbh even thou i'm single, its fked up. Met tons of really nice people on the ship, it had a really nice vibe and a few of us have exchanged contact details. In fact myself and Scotch our travelling with two cool Canadian birds tomo night to our new destination.

We stayed two more nights at Airlie Beach which has been a bit of a fuck up but we get the Greyhound coach to a town called 1770 at Agnes Waters tomo night where we plan to stay for about 2 days/nights and get some surfing lessons. The plan after that will be something like Frasers Island, Sunshine Coast (to see Kennl) Brisbane, Gold Coast, Surfers Paradise, Bryon Bay, Newcastle and then Sydney before jetting off to New Zealand for 2 month, fun times although i am doing my bollocks in out here and have only been travelling for 3 weeks total so far.

Will post pics soon and update prev post but having problems uploading the fking things atm, laters.

Right, I've kinda been putting off making this post because i just haven't been up for logging on and blogging as I've been busy in Melbourne for the last two wks, can't blame me really Apologises if this post seems a bit rushed but happy hour starts in the bar in 30 mins :-) I'm just gonna try and do some quickish reports on the places i have seen and the things i have done complete with a few pics.

Melbourne Park, Eureka SkyDeck, Federation Sq, Crown Casino
After a redic long flight, Gatwick-Dubai-Singapore-Melbourne the first main thing we done was to catch a few matches at the Australian Tennis Open in Melbourne Park. Me and Scotch managed to upgrade our ground passes to the Hisense Arena where we watched Justin Henin-Hardene and Andy Murray win their 3rd round matches which was pretty cool as they both eventually made the final. We also spent a fair amount of time just sun bathing at Fed sq where people just generally chill out and watch the Tennis on a big screen, it has a really nice happy feel about the place.
I think the day after the tennis we went to the top the Eureka SkyDeck which is the largest building in the Southern Hemisphere. It has some amazing views in the day although i wasn't that impressed with it at night. Also checked out the South Bank and the Crown Casino the same day. Again i wasn't overly impressed with the casino although i guess when you have been to Vegas a few times everything else seems a bit shit. Saw plenty of famous fish grinding like Gus Hansen, Howeee Lederer and Durrr etc and also bumped into Shame Warne a couple of times.

Great Ocean Rd, Phillips Island
Great Ocean Rd was incred, we done a day tour but i wished we had done it over 2-3 days now, its amazing. Saw Bells Beach which most fish will know from the film Point Break and also saw The 12 Apostle's. Deffo the best $100 bucks i think i've ever spent tbh, better than the hundo i jizzed off playing $2/5 the night before in the crown anyways. Also spent a short amount of time at a place called Mate's Rest which was a small piece of this prehistoric rain forest, absolutely incred. Phillips Island was wicked too, i hand fed some Kangaroo's and emu's lol, also saw wild Penguins coming out of the sea and Koala bears as well. The highlight of that trip was when me and Scotchy went swimming at Cape Wollamang Beach, the waves were awesome, sooo powerful, loved it!

St Kilda, Flemington Park
We spent a total of one week in Melbourne City Centre before moving just outside the City to a place called St Kilda for a further week. St Kilda was alot more relaxed than the City but it was still wicked and we ended up meeting alot more people here. The beach was ok, the shops, cafes and bars were quite funky plus they had this cool little night market on a Thurs night.,I'll miss St Kilda. We also spent one nice afternoon with a couple of other lads at Flemington races, really hot day and i managed to bink a couple races for a gd lil profit which more than paid for the day ;-)

Hostels, Bars, Jogs
I was a bit shocked at our first Hostel in the City called Flinders Back Packers as i guess i had no idea what too expect tbh. It was pretty dirty and cramped but location wise it was heaven. Our hostel at St Kilda was called Base and will probably turn out to be the best one we see on our entire trip, it was really nice.
Not really been that ball bagged on this trip which is kinda gd and bad for different reasons. Couple of bars i remember especially were called Joint Bar and Red Eye which were basically our hostels bars at Flinders and Base. I'm sure i had my drink spiked or summat strange happened at the Joint Bar because the next day i woke up my hands and feet had massively swollen up, my chubby checks were 3 times the size as usual and i had some crazy crossed eyed shit going on, i was a fkin mess. Oh yeah, i also had swollen lips aswell, fml. I only realised whilst sleeping off my hangover at Fed Sq when Scotch pointed out my incredible hulk hands, and it was then i also noticed my fat ankles and newly acquired Frank Bruno lips. My face always bloats after a few bevs anyways and i usually get some cross eyed shit goin on but fk knows what the deal was with the hands, lips and ankles, it took me 2 days to recover from that one lol. Spent lots of evening at Red Eye aswell, real gd vibe and met some nice peeps etc.
Whilst i've been here as gay as it sounds i've also been on some awesome runs to maintain my 'fitness' running alongside the Yarra River which is beautiful and also between St Kilda and a place called Elwood on a route called Bay Trail.

After having experienced this Backpackers stuff for only 2 wks i really wished i had done it about 5 yrs ago and also realise that i could have easily done it on my own. Although i am not old i'm no spring chicken anymore either and i'm probably in the top 10% age wise out here with the av age being around 25 ish i reckon, its all good though. I should probably be doing this with Kels aswell tbh and i know Scotch misses his bird shit loads too. Nevermind, i got the the next best thing my good old mate Scotchy, although he doesn't give as gd a bloway as Kels does. The big life decisions will come when i get back to the UK in 14 wks as to whether i settle back in the UK or continue travelling as i kinda have the bug now, time will time i guess. Atm i'm at a place called Airlie Beach after flying from Melbourne to Hamilton Island a few days ago. I'm going on a 2 day 2 night cruise around the Whit Sundays tomorrow and will post about that another time, laters.

EDIT: Will put the pics on this post very soon

Arrived in Melbourne Wed morn after a redic long flight and 40+ hrs of travel and loving the place already. Had a good scout round yesterday just generally finding my bearings and checked out the Crown Casino. Off to St Kilda Beach today to catch some rays and then got tickets to Watch the Aussie Open Tennis on Friday. I know a few RTR and Blonde fish are out here atm so if anyone fancies meeting up for a few tinnys and some bush tucker or summat PM me or email me your mob no. I'll probs make more detailed blog posts in the future compete with a few pics, laters.

Link me up fish! http://twitter.com/Amatay. I've only just got involved with this Twitter stuff last night, its quite addictive actually. GG to another couple of hrs a week of my life, sigh.

I feel like i need to make a post summing up the last 6 wks or so before i can move on and continue writing this blog again in the way that i used to so here it goes....
I'm actually not sure where to begin tbh that's the main reason why i have been poor at updating this blog. Fuck it, been staring at this screen for 15 minutes and i still cant bring myself to write a well constructed post, i dunno where to start, i dunno how to write it?? Its partly because i can't be bothered and partly because i just can't, i have some sort of a writers block. However, like i said i need to get some shit off my chest before i can write more current blog posts so fuck it I'll just provide the cliff notes.

Spilt up with girlf Kels, the relationship had turned to shit and it was kinda a mutual decision to call it a day. She put the final nail in the coffin but at the time i wasn't overly bothered.
Realised i had really isolated myself from friends recently, its easy to do in my line of 'work' and i have been a knob
Got pretty depressed and down on myself for about a wk or so and realised i was gutted about Kels.
Started to go out more with alot of mates again, had some comedy nights out. Kels had provided me with a social outlet and that combined with poker and unsociable hours had meant thati had neglected them waaay too much. I wasn't a billy no mates btw, i just hadn't been myself for a good few months.
Started to be more disciplined playing poker with a decent schedule. Made about $10k in 6 wks but could probs double that if i really grinded hard.
Grinded a morning schedule which started about 6am and finished about 3-4pm most days Mon-Fri. It was perfect and something i should have been doing all year.
Moved back into the P5 uk top 100 ranking, no biggie but reflected my increased work rate and made me realise i was capable of getting alot higher.
Last 3 wks gone off the boil again pokerwise and barely played a hand, partly because of piss ups over chrimbo and new year etc and the inevitable hangovers i get and partly because i just got lazy again and didn't stick to the morn schedule, sigh.
Regularly started to spk to Kels again and spent a few nice days/nights with her. She's my soul mate and i love her to bits, she is probs almost perfect for me. We'll see what happens when i get back from my travels.
Been sorting out loadsa shit for my 4 month trip to Oz n Nz, i leave in one wk, weeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Really happy atm, my life is incred. I have good friends, the best mum and dad ever and i'm a very lucky fishay.

Right that will do. Award for the gayest post of all time?? Yes, but i don't care.

There is a real good post somewhere involving all of the above stuff but i just can't find it atm. I've said it a few times before but the most important attributes in any poker players life are balance, control and discipline. Its tough and sometimes i think i have been in a constant battle with myself in trying to adhere to these three rules. I do ok and better than most full time fish imo but i can still improve alot. Its not just about BRM and all that bollocks its more about how you combine and manage poker with life stuff. Anyways, enough of this utter bollcocks, life is good :-)

I'll leave you fish with this link to a very relevant and well written blog post...
Be grateful Jones you Mug!

30r on Cake, 25 left.... I am CL with 100 bigs and get dealt 3 or 4 premiums in like 5 mins, mbn to be me etc etc i know, well its not fucking nice kjuhgvhtdfg

The last four poker sessions having all been losing ones, nothing too serious but i think i have dropped about $1.5k. Lots of really gay 11th-25th ish bust outs which obviously sucks massive cock but meh whatever. I guess i should write one of those terrible posts reflecting on 2009 and looking forward to 2010 aye. Errrrm 2009 had its ups n down etc. Goals for 2010.... win more, rump more. There i think that just about covers it, them posts are sooo fkin boring, zzzzzzzz.

Went out with a few mates in North London area the other day and had a wicked crack. First up i met Bill and Miz at the Emirates Stadium as them too filthy gooners went to watch the Arsenal match. I felt soooo fkin dirtay pushing my way past thousands of goons, i was surrounded and it was horrible. All them cunts piling out of the stadium and little me trying to fight my way in, good timing Jones you prick. After about a 20 minute battle from Arsenal tube to the ground i met with said fish and went for bevvies where we were later joined by Ross Malaaaaaarrrr! We basically just drunk ourselves into obliv and chatted absolute shit all night in a few bars in the Holloway and Angel area, proper comedy.

We all ended up sharing a cab on the way home and with me being the last drop off i ended up getting stung for the majority of the fare, fk knows what the total was but at the time it seemed like a redic amount of money. The cunt driver kept demanding more and more dosh and i was like just lobbing pound coins at him in my ball bagged state and then decided fk you, enough's enough and got out. Mr taxi got out as well, sighhhh here we go. The mother fucker starts ranting and raving at me saying i owe him this and that and that he has like 9 kids to feed etc so i threw a few more nugs at him what with it being the season of good will and then told him to do one. Mr taxi driver then starts fronting me up outside my gaff proper in my face and i push the little weasel away. The crazy cunt then opens up his boot as if to pull out his sawn off shot gun or summat in some kinda threat, mega sighhhh i fkin don't need this. Errr i did get a little bit worried at this point as i could barely stand and decided to just give the slutpig what i supposedly owned him, grrrrrrr. Gonna start updating this blog again soon and will write about some of the shit thats been troubling me a bit recently lol. Anyways, happy xmas from the Amatation fishays.........

Shipped this stupid 30 doll deepstack tourn on Stars today, 110 runners and it took almost 9 hrs to win, WTF??? Won't be playing this thing again too many times in the future thats for sure. Its only a small one but they all count babay, binkatay biiiiiiink....

I have no motivation to update this blog atm, I will continue to write this crap but i just don't know when my next post will be, it could be tomorrow, next week or even next year. Poker and life stuff have been really shit recently. I have a lot to write about but like i said i just don't have the inspiration right now. I'm grinding out a small profit on the poker tarbs but its hardly been life changing amounts. Here's a screen shot from a $50f that i chopped the other day, be back soon :-)

I'm still running very hot atm and tonight i made five final tarbs. On Party Poker i placed 10th in the 12k gtd $109, 5th in a $22 bounty tourn and 4th in the 10k gtd $33r. I also finished 5th in a 5k gtd $33f as well as shipping this little bad boy on ipoker...

I also played a few tourns on Tuesday morn but i didn't do that great losing about $400 ish in total i think. The highlights or lowlights if you like included a 10th in a $44 comp on FTP and three deep cashes on PokerStars. Despite things going great on the poker front all is not well in my personal life atm. I'll probably end up writing about some of the shitty things that have happened this week in my next post but for now night night fishays :-)

My sleeping pattern is an absolute mess atm, i'm waking up and goin to sleep at redic times everyday. The last 48hrs or so have been fkin stupid. I basically slept all day on Saturday because of a lack of sleep the previous night and partly because of the horrible weather outside so i didnt feel like moving a muscle. I logged another good session online last night finishing 3rd in the $30r on pp for $1k+ as well as a 3rd in the little $27 on ipoker and two near misses in both $50f on ipoker and pp (15th and 20th, sigh). That sesh finished about 3.3oam but i don't think i fell asleep until 8am lol, WTF!!! Woke up today at 1pm and now im fookin knacked so no pokes tonight apart from the Bloggerment with the fish from www.raisetheriver.com (get signed up). I'm gonna try and grab an early night tonight and put in a morning session because i am seeing Kels tomorrow evening.
Now i am playing more poker and being more disciplined in that sense i really need to get my act together and make sure i don't slip into a complete degenerate like lifestyle that i know a lot of full time fish lead, i really don't want that. I only went to the gym twice last week as well which is no good either, discipline Jones, discipline!! On the flip side this week has gone better than expected poker wise and i made a total profit of $4.6k for four nights work and around 30hrs logged at the tarbs which i am very happy about. Just gotta keep on top of things and not let it slip, laters.

EDIT: Its now fkin 4.55am and after over 4 hrs of laying in my bed and two very nice wanks i've managed about ten minutes shut eye so i have logged on, that will help me fall asleep won't it ffs. I'm still regged to play at 9am but its likely i'll end up fkin that off. Arrrrrrrrgh, my sleeping pattern is messed up! I was shattered eariler, its like i am now too tired or something, arrrrgh, uhthfdrcsderrtgygtyhjk.

Played on Monday and Tuesday and cashed in a few tourns and made a couple of final tarbles but ended up with a total loss of about $650 ish which wasn't the end of the world. I had a few really tough beats and cold spots to bust me around the 11-25th position and the two mtt's i finalled were something like 8th and 9th or some shit like that. However, tonight everything went to plan and i shipped the $30freeeezay and the $30reeeeeeeeebuy on Partay. Fucking well happy, weeeeeeeeeeeee!