What Is Wrong?
"Oh my god, what's wrong?" b ooms a beautiful bubbly blonde. Confused by the grim scene she finds in front of her. She turns to her friend but he doesn't know either, so she approaches the poker table. "What's wrong?" she asks. Her question is met with silent stares. "I just saw your face as I came in, you look really angry." she says to me. Bemused, I shrug, not sure what to say, I manage to raise a little smile in her direction. "Oh my god, why does everyone look so serious?" I look around me, and she's right. After a night of solid poker, we're one player away from making the final table an yet we look more like we belong in the dentists waiting room. "You all look pretty sad" I laugh. No-one else joins in though. "Why does no-one look happy?" Her effervescence is failing to spread. The line of questioning isn't doing much to lighten the mood. She watches on, tr...