On the plane over, I bumped into James O’Brien, one of the real gentlemen of Irish poker, and we shared an uber into town.  I always enjoy ...

Summer in Dublin is always good fun, ever since it first appeared on the poker scene. This year the fun started before the first card was ev...

 Why I decided to skip the WSOP this year I usually decide my Vegas plans as soon as the WSOP schedule is released. This year I hummed and h...

Bye bye Vegas, I barely knew you After my shortest Vegas visit ever (just over 72 hours which I will be blogging about soon), I find myself ...

 The most common reaction I got when I told people 7 years ago I was writing a book on satellites with Barry Carter was “Why? In this age of...

After just 24 hours at home after getting back from Manchester, it was time to pack my bags and head to the airport again. The destination t...

 Last Friday, I travelled to Manchester for the latest stop of the Party poker tour. In truth, I was probably looking forward to it signific...