“ When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford. ”
Samuel Johnson, 20 September 1777. Quoted in The Life of Samuel Johnson, LL.D. (1791) by James Boswell
Replace the word ‘London’ with the word ‘poker’, and this is what is happening to me! I am getting tired of getting my backside kicked. I cannot win a game, I cannot read a person, I am chasing inside straights – a sign of a fish, and I am losing the will to live.
Poker is a skill, but what happens when your skill set are no longer fit for purpose? Reading people was always my biggest asset. Now, I am lucky if I can tell if a person is male or female. My judgement has gone.
When this happened in the past it meant there was a woman hanging around and I was distracted, but, this is not the case. I wish I was being distracted by a lovely damsel, however, if you saw the young wench I was with you would take pity on me.
Things ain’t good right now.
“ A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping,
Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye
Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping
In sight, then lost amidst the forestry
Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping
On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy;
A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown
On a fool’s head—and there is London Town (or a disillusioned poker player). ”
Lord Byron, Don Juan (1818–24),