We had a work-sponsored dinner last night, after which a seriously unhealthy amount of drinking took place. Heineken and Tiger beer to start off with the meal, a white russian ice-cream cocktail for dessert, then off to the pub for more beer, scotch and vodka redbull. Needless to say my tongue was glued to the top of my mouth when I woke up this morning and I could tell just from the taste that I was smoking last night as well. Fuck. Anyways, to cut a long story short we ended up at some little dive of a casino at about 5am and I promptly lost 100 bucks in the space of a few minutes playing their (obviously rigged) blackjack. Bitch kept dealing herself aces, yo. I got another 100 bucks and lost that too. Against my better judgement I got ANOTHER 100 worth of chips and decided chance my arm at the roulette wheel. Somehow, I managed to turn a deficit of 300 euro into 700 euro profit. Fuck knows how I did it. I barely recollect placing the damn bets but next thing I knew I was cashing in my sizeable stack and thumbing the thick wad of fifties as I walked out the door into the night, feeling a little bit James Bond and a little bit Henry Sugar. I could get used to this.