Putting the fun
back in to Blackjack!

What a load of old rubbish that was. I bet they didn’t have a single game of cards (with a single malt) after the reception.

I must say the Princes all looked the business in their dapper military regalia though. I’m stumped as to what wars old Philip has been in but he had more medals than my old man (he used to steal medals).

The Queen hobbled in wearing that Yellow dress she always seems to wear but the while the wife was in awe of Kate Middleton, I was imagining dealing a pack of cards with young Pippa. She looks like she could play a mean hand that one!

Rumours of line-dancing and shoot-the-duck games at the Royal reception have so far been unfounded but I bet they blasted out some Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton. The wife says ‘Islands in the stream’ is “our song.” I always thought it was ‘Let’s get ready to Rumble’. Speaking of which, Will and Kate’s honeymoon was over in no time, doesn’t say much for our future king does it?

The viewing figures for the most over-rated wedding since Scott and Chalrene (ask yer mam) were apparently even bigger than late night low stake roulette on telly last Wednesday. Now, I find that very hard to believe. Viva Republica.

Easter is on the horizon but it’s nothing too much to be EGGsited about (ahem). I can’t eat that cheap chocolate anyway because it gets stuck in my dentures.

Lent has been fairly easy this year, I only gave up smoking cigars (I still smoked everything else) and I told myself I could still chew the ends of a nice fat Cuban. Nothing better to relax the mind and keep the hands busy than a big old cigar. Really keeps your mind off the game – in a good way. Sometimes you can get so sucked into things that you really do just need to blow off a little smoke. My wife is always telling me how bad it is to be smoking and, God bless her, she’s right, but she just doesn’t really understand that sometimes a man needs his vices to help get him through the day. Keeps things interesting. Still, good to get through that 40 days and 40 nights…

I remember a few years ago I gave up playing Blackjack, it was THE hardest 40 days and 40 nights of my life. I couldn’t really play poker either because it was toooo tempting to get closer to my beloved blackjack. Instead I stuck with playing Snap with the kids but they teased me by chewing away at those blackjack sweets, the swines! (I always preferred Fruit Salads anyway.)

When Easter Sunday arrives I’m going to go mad and get my favourite deck of cards out, dust off my trusted table and invite a few old friends over. It’s not the same as the good old days because half of them are in a home. My kids say I’m going senile but you should see Billy McGraw, he puts his eye patch on the wrong eye! That’s one poker face you don’t want to see…