Day 151
I’d like to thank the three readers who send me letters following yesterday’s discussion about ambiguous place names.
Apparently there’s a sweet little rural village in Tarsdorf, Austria called “Fucking” but my correspondent advised me that very few people live there. I’m not surprised.
Can you imagine driving there and asking for directions?
“Excuse me, where’s the Fucking road?”
“You’re on the Fucking road”
“Thank you, do you know if there’s a good hotel there?”
“I’m afraid not, you might need a Fucking map”
“Ok, where do I get one?”
“At the Fucking post office”
“And where’s that?”
“I don't fucking know"
Another reader enquired if I’d ever considered visiting “Condom” in the French Pyrenees. In answer to your question, I can’t say I’ve really thought about it although it does sound an extremely safe place to live.
I wonder if travel agents provide excursion tickets in packets of three.
I also received a very tempting invitation to go on road trip to see the three “Clit’s” in Romania. I responded to the e-mail pointing out that having got a stack of information from East European dating sites there are a hell of a lot more than that.
Anyway, consigning such geographical pleasantries to their correct place in the atlas, I should report it was a rather uneventful day.
Apart from Mrs. Snowman locking her keys in the car it went largely without incident.
I mention this as I have absolutely no idea how she managed to do it. The new (and ludicrously expensive) alarm system is supposed to prevent this sort of thing but she has obviously figured out a way to circumvent common sense
Luckily we have a spare set so there was only a minor bout of hysterics.
I spoke to the garage about it and they were equally mystified although one of the mechanics did offer the advice that I steer her away from anything more technical than a unicycle.
Following two days of relative success at the poker tables you won’t be surprised to hear that things have reverted back to normal.
Once more I figured two tournaments would be sufficient to move my bank balance in the correct direction but it didn’t quite work out that way.
As I’m back in the land of freeroll donkeys who consider it perfectly acceptable to go all-in with something like J-5 off suit pre flop or re-raise with pocket 2’s when there’s three other players and an over-pair on the board.
Needless to say I found myself facing such beasts in both games and didn’t make it to the first break in either of them. Both times they found miracle river cards and I was left staring at a blank screen and swearing loudly at anything within a twenty yard radius.
Maybe tomorrow will hold better fortune.
One last point before turning in for the day.
Prior to sharing the information about the towns at the start of today’s I post, I took some time to check their authenticity. You’ll be delighted to know that not only are they all completely accurate but in the course of my research I discovered something else concerning unusual and apt place names.
There are two “Shit’s” in Iran.
Can you believe that?...only two.
Starting bank: $0
Current bank: $1.15
Apparently there’s a sweet little rural village in Tarsdorf, Austria called “Fucking” but my correspondent advised me that very few people live there. I’m not surprised.
Can you imagine driving there and asking for directions?
“Excuse me, where’s the Fucking road?”
“You’re on the Fucking road”
“Thank you, do you know if there’s a good hotel there?”
“I’m afraid not, you might need a Fucking map”
“Ok, where do I get one?”
“At the Fucking post office”
“And where’s that?”
“I don't fucking know"
Another reader enquired if I’d ever considered visiting “Condom” in the French Pyrenees. In answer to your question, I can’t say I’ve really thought about it although it does sound an extremely safe place to live.
I wonder if travel agents provide excursion tickets in packets of three.
I also received a very tempting invitation to go on road trip to see the three “Clit’s” in Romania. I responded to the e-mail pointing out that having got a stack of information from East European dating sites there are a hell of a lot more than that.
Anyway, consigning such geographical pleasantries to their correct place in the atlas, I should report it was a rather uneventful day.
Apart from Mrs. Snowman locking her keys in the car it went largely without incident.
I mention this as I have absolutely no idea how she managed to do it. The new (and ludicrously expensive) alarm system is supposed to prevent this sort of thing but she has obviously figured out a way to circumvent common sense
Luckily we have a spare set so there was only a minor bout of hysterics.
I spoke to the garage about it and they were equally mystified although one of the mechanics did offer the advice that I steer her away from anything more technical than a unicycle.
Following two days of relative success at the poker tables you won’t be surprised to hear that things have reverted back to normal.
Once more I figured two tournaments would be sufficient to move my bank balance in the correct direction but it didn’t quite work out that way.
As I’m back in the land of freeroll donkeys who consider it perfectly acceptable to go all-in with something like J-5 off suit pre flop or re-raise with pocket 2’s when there’s three other players and an over-pair on the board.
Needless to say I found myself facing such beasts in both games and didn’t make it to the first break in either of them. Both times they found miracle river cards and I was left staring at a blank screen and swearing loudly at anything within a twenty yard radius.
Maybe tomorrow will hold better fortune.
One last point before turning in for the day.
Prior to sharing the information about the towns at the start of today’s I post, I took some time to check their authenticity. You’ll be delighted to know that not only are they all completely accurate but in the course of my research I discovered something else concerning unusual and apt place names.
There are two “Shit’s” in Iran.
Can you believe that?...only two.
Starting bank: $0
Current bank: $1.15