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This could be the most paranoia-inducing vending machine ever.
"Please dont rock. Your being watched". The terrible grammar just makes it even scarier. I’m not surprised they’ve had rockin’ issues in the past though, having found out the hard way just how much coffee you get for 50p. It’s barely half a small cup.
In other interesting back-stories that I can only imagine, there’s this sign on the bed:
Bunk beds? You don’t get them in those regular hotels, but I’m staying in France’s favourite unmanned hotel chain, Formule 1. Except this one fails in the virtually human-free department because you actually have to check in at the Ibis next door with a real person, rather than just swiping a credit card and hoping all the right automatic stuff happens. From my room, I have an excellent view of the skate park.
But you just can’t beat a self-cleaning toilet. They’re pretty impressive, and how they manage to wash down the cubicle but leave the toilet paper dry is still a bit of a mystery. So the first tournament didn’t go too well. The structure actually sucks pretty bad, which is a shame because the next one is exactly the same. They skip right past 75/150 and 150/300 to get right up to a level where half the players are short stacked in under two hours. By the time I busted, blinds had just ticked over to 400/800 with 100 ante and the average stack for the 80-something remaining players was about 10,000. I had no cards and very few stealing opportunities (with several other players already pushing any two cards) so I ended up with little else I could do than move all-in with junk and hope that hands like TJ and 63 would fold. They didn’t. I haven’t recognised any poker celebs yet but I was briefly graced by the presence of the Betfred Women’s Poker Tour Champion 2007, Lynne Beaumont, at my table. I know this because it said the title on her shirt, and I used Google just now to find her name. Clearly an achievement to be proud of, this award had also netted her an absolutely unpatronising cash prize of one thousand pounds, as well as the chance to be a human billboard for the next year. Taking full advantage of her free ride, Lynn arrived at the table two hours late and busted on her first hand. Anyway, as seems to be necessary in all the best trip reports, I won my buy-in back on blackjack/roulette/The Cash (* delete as appropriate). I had been scoping the blackjack game, and depending on how quickly you earn "Fortune Points" (Gala’s slot club, which also tracks table play) it could be a good gamble, but today it was The Cash. In fact, this was my first ever foray into live cash games at an actual British casino that is really a casino. It surprised me a little that the game had a "BYO Chips" policy and was therefore played mostly with folding money. The dealer didn’t have a rack and the card room wouldn’t sell chips so you had to go and buy them from another table game. Or you could wait for a sucker like me to change up his entire roll and buy them from him. Which is awesome, because I love handling cash given to me by strangers in a casino. I would like to think I was responsible for one mega-tilt hand after my two pair beat another two pair. He clearly thought his A6 was way ahead when I just called with AJ on a JT6xA board. With one more player still to act, I was going for the overcall rather than shoving for less than a full raise into a possible made straight. Next hand he straddled on the button for £4. I think this is a Mississippi straddle, never seen it played that way before and not really sure how it affects the action, but it didn’t really matter here. The big blind was having none of it and immediately re-straddled for £8 and the pissing contest began. It went £16, then £32, then his remaining £46 all-in and called. Finally they let cards get dealt. Nobody had a £46 hand so we saw J6 race against 52, with a 5 on board to send Mr Tilt off to see if the cashier would let him exceed his ATM limit. No.1. In-N-Out Burger.
In-N-Out Burger.
That’s what it may as well be called. This is not my video. I did try to record the show when I saw it last night but I only had my phone on me and the results were pretty poor. Apparently in the dark I’ll be lucky to get three frames a second out of it. Fortunately there’s very little that isn’t already on YouTube, and even though this light and fountain spectacular has only been on display for a couple of weeks I managed to find a full length video. Whereas Bellagio has a 9 acre lake and over twenty shows in rotation, Blackpool’s latest Las Vegas rip-off is a show named "Venus Reborn" which sits in a tin bath plonked on a garden by the promenade. As well as the fountains, which sometimes shoot as high as three feet in the air, the show also consists of lights and cut-out silhouettes, which move a little bit. It’s all set to Debussy’s Clair de Lune. As far as I know Bellagio doesn’t actually use this music, but there is a strong connection: it is the soundtrack to the scene at the end of Ocean’s Eleven when the protagonists all watch the fountain show before going their separate ways. Celebrity interior designer Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen is apparently the man responsible for bringing a water show to a Northern English seaside town for the wettest part of the season. He said of it: "For me Blackpool is Venus, which may seem an odd thing to say but there’s a sultry, voluptuous beauty to Blackpool, she’s like Venus a real pleasure girl. "My tableau, Venus Reborn, celebrates what I hope will be a glamorous future for Blackpool. Surrounded by classical gods and goddesses in tuxedo finery my very modern Venus rises out of her shell with a theatrical Vegas style flourish." Indeed, if you can’t be bothered to watch the whole show (it’s about four and a half minutes, and not a great deal happens) do skip to the end and check out the dazzling finale where the goddess Venus holds out her palm to reveal… Blackpool Tower. It’s not that clear on the video, but take my word for it. It really is. Maybe I’m being a bit harsh, it is only temporary. Venus Reborn will be playing every fifteen minutes until the Blackpool Illuminations are turned off at the beginning of November. I’d played dozens of step tournaments to get this far and this was my first shot at getting something out of the system: I’d made it to Step 4 of a Poker Stars WCOOP Satellite. With steps, you’re never done until you either win a top prize or lose. However unlike most of the live event satellites, the WCOOP Steps offers a choice of routes, some of which are much more achievable. Instead of being stuck on a path that takes 6 steps to win your way into a $5,200 package ($7.50, $27, $82, $215, $700 and $2100) you can branch out at Step 3 or 4 to play directly for a $330 or $530 tournament seat. I’d decided to go for the $530 route, with the intention of unregistering and keeping the W$ value for future speculation – or possibly towards buying into smaller WSOP or EPT events – should I get there. In a 9 handed Step 4 sit-and-go worth $215 to enter, 3 players win a $530 seat and 1 gets $210 cash. Everyone else leaves with nothing. In fact, from WCOOP Step 3 onwards there’s no backtracking. You can’t fall back to Step 2, only repeat the same level, move forward or lose completely. This structure is designed to attract higher stakes players to buy in directly at the $82 and $215 levels. It seems to work, and it can make these games pretty tough. Anyway enough suspense. My first crack at Step 4 was a terrific victory and will surely be an inspriation for other weak-tighties playing way out of their comfort zone. I played like a rock, as did just about everyone else. For example, how often do you see AJ check behind on the river with a board of TT7AA and a flush possible? You really think the only hand that calls a bet there is pocket tens? Then with just T1460 left in chips and facing a T300 big blind next hand, something beautiful happened. Two monster hands and a big stack who felt like taking a crack.
The double bust out threw me into the top 3 and a seat to Sunday’s $3m guaranteed event, apparently. The first time I’ve ever made it out of a Step series alive! It took about 1.5 seconds before I’d unregistered and was counting my W$. 🙂 You should never gamble just for comps. Everyone knows this. It’s all one long game though, and if you have an edge on the game where’s the harm, really? You’ll win in the long run, so as long as you don’t have to sell your ticket home to keep gambling, it’s all good. If you get to eat for free along the way, it’s even better. That’s what I’m telling myself anyway, in spite of recent video poker results. But nobody ever told me I shouldn’t choose flights based purely on frequent flyer status, so that’s exactly what I appear to have done. I’m pretty sure it’s a good play, but whenever I try to explain the cost-per-mile calculations to justify it I usually get instant snores (and this time they’re more complicated than ever) so I won’t even bother. Firstly, I’d redeemed some Diamond Club miles for a business class flight next July. It must have been on the very day it was released for booking because BMI redemptions are almost never available. Certainly not in school holidays, on their own planes and bookable through the web site. 37,500 miles and £696 will get me and Claire there using a miles+cash option. That’s £210 cash and £486 tax for both of us, but on a one-way flight. They’re on the fiddle with the tax for sure. If you buy the flight, it doesn’t really matter how the cost is split between fare and tax, but they’re stuffing frequent flyers by doing it this way because you always pay the full tax in cash when you book using miles. Whatever that £486 is for, it’s not all tax. Compare these identical flights (it’s the actual same piece of flying tin, they have the same flight number) booked as operated by US Airways, or as a BMI codeshare.
The price of a ticket with US Airways is more expensive, but overall it still weighs in as a cheaper booking thanks to, apparently, over three times the tax with BMI. I don’t believe it for a second, but there’s not much you can do. Still, I have tasted the high life and I think I like it (especially the chocolate cake) and £348 each way per person for business class isn’t bad at all. Of course, we still have to keep fingers crossed for a return flight – they won’t be released for booking until later in the month! Bit of a gamble, but it is Vegas baby… The one downside with a redemption flight is that you don’t earn any miles when you’re spending them. So, in order to retain gold status for another year, I still needed about 20,000 miles to come from somewhere. By choosing an unorthodox route with two stops for next Easter, I found a business class fare that awarded double miles and clocked in at $3410 – about £1900 when converted using the plummeting exchange rate. A couple of months ago it would have been £1700. It’s a pretty steep fare considering the hassle involved, but it’s sorted out my flyer status for the next year in one go. The only other way I’d found that Claire and I could both retain gold membership was with a premium economy flight in April (about £1300) and either paying for Summer 2009 instead of redeeming or taking another paid flight. We’re flying from Manchester to Philadelphia, then on to Phoenix, then on to Las Vegas. It takes about twice as long as a direct flight, but at least we’ll have nice big seats and lounges every step of the way! There aren’t many sub-£2000 business class fares across the pond, especially at peak times, so I think this falls somewhere inbetween taking one for the team (a stupid route now earns perks for next time) and splurging on luxury. I’m not even sure MAN-PHL-PHX-LAS is a recongnised route. If you put MAN-LAS into the Star Alliance timetable software, it doesn’t even think to suggest making a connection in Phoenix – you have to force this stopover yourself when booking. That’s probably because one of the connections on the return journey only gives us 42 minutes to change planes, which will be exciting. Even if we make it, who can imagine what will happen to the luggage? In fact there was a possible 26 minute layover on the outbound, which I would have been allowed to book but I decided to wait for the next one instead. 57 minutes then. Plenty of time. The effect of adding in this scenic detour via Arizona was a drop in price by nearly $1000 compared to flying MAN-PHL-LAS, using only two planes. I have no idea why but I’m not arguing, and you can be sure I’ll be looking at every possible wacky route next time I’m booking a flight. So, that’s my next three Las Vegas trips in the bag, with a little more than minimal fuss but at least it’s set. For a while there, I only had one planned, and that just wasn’t good enough! I’m a bit behind with this one as I think it actually went out on TV on Wednesday evening, but that’s what happens when you no longer have a TV service. Indeed, I cancelled Virgin Media before we went to Vegas thinking we’d re-activate Sky when we got home. The Virgin V+ box had given me a year of nothing but untimely crashes and unscheduled reboots. It also missed the start of nearly every episode of Doctor Who, which is unforgiveable. The real heartbreaker though was missing the very end of the NFC championship game last season, with the scores tied and Green Bay having a chance to make it to the Superbowl. It wasn’t because the timer cut out too early, but because Virgin stop broadcasting that particular Sky Sports channel for a few hours overnight, regardless of whether the game they are showing has finished. I hoped at least Sky would be committed to showing the full schedule for their own channels. However, when it came to the crunch of paying £21/month for 200 channels I don’t really want (but the ability to record the couple I do want to hard disk to probably not watch later is nice) or £38/month for Sky Sports, which I’d watch once a week, it no longer seemed like such a good proposition. So the Sky box now gives us terrestrial channels and probably QVC, but that’s it. To be honest, there’s very little I’ll miss about satellite or cable TV, or even the PVR functionality, which is nobbled unless you have an active TV subscription. I can’t really see me going back to watching stuff on TV when it’s actually on, but for anything I can’t be without there’s always the internet. After all, I went four weeks in the USA without missing a single episode of Big Brother. Anyway, this week Big Brother has "brought the glitz and glamour of a Las Vegas-style casino to the house" by adding a couple of neon signs and a few antique slot machines. Here are some of the highlights. Part 1: Rehearsals for the variety show task. Escapology, illusion, celebrity impersonations and… performing dealers. I’m just grateful they didn’t have to imitate Cirque du Soleil. Part 2: Showtime. Proof (should it be needed) that you can put a blind man in a wig but he won’t care if it covers his eyes. Or even if it’s on the right way round. Part 3: Losing on slots. "It looks complicated? You pull the handle". Part 4: All you can eat buffet. Never mind the food, this is all about what shape Mohamed’s afro goes when it’s stuck inside a plastic party hat for over an hour. |
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