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Saturday, April 02, 2005

Exit Interview

I watched the DVD of High Roller, the "true story of the rise and fall of poker legend Stu 'The Kid' Ungar".

Gambling is not one of the ways I chuck dosh down the drain, but that's not to say I haven't woven myself sundry handbaskets over the years in which to meet Old Nick.

Speaking of which,

  • Poker chip tricks
  • Those who know their Flops, Rivers and Showdowns will appreciate Alan Bostick's expert assessment.
    • I could have done with AB riding shotgun when I took David Spanier on his UK launch tour for Total Poker. I tell you, the poker faces get scarier once north of Hadrian' Wall.
    Anyway, to the movie:

    What interested me was that it's told in flashbacks, always returning to a seedy hotel room where an even seedier Ungar is being grilled in genial fashion by cigar-smoking swell. At the end, the dapper inquisitor opens the door and ushers Stu out to meet his maker and the credits come up explaining that he'd been found dead in exactly that sort of hotel, victim of a heart attack after years of abusing his body.

    It set me wondering who'd talk *me* thru the Pearly Gates?

  • Battered street musician?
  • Chinless wonder author, complete with bowtie and Noel Cowardly cigarette holder with smouldering Sobranie Black Russian (which of course never drops ash, never burns out)?
  • Ancient inscrutable sensei, provocatively dangling the blackest of belts from stubby fingers as hinting that in the dojo in the sky, *all* katas are perfect?
  • I think not. I rather suspect - hope - that à la "All That Jazz" it'll be some lady love, talking me thru past peccadillos. Ugh.

    That or my Dad. Double ugh.

    I really hope and pray that there isn't a gallery up there with all the good guys peering down and comparing notes on the idiotic pranks I get up to.

    My friend Alan Bostick (plays a lot of poker) also has reviewed this: http://www.spicejar.org/asiplease/archives/000352.html
    A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist.
    Stewart Alsop- Posters.
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