In this episode of the Confessions series Lee Davy shares his experience of playing at the World Poker Tour National Brussels.

God has flicked the switch. Summer moves into winter. Autumn didn’t even exist. As I walk down the high street, I am reminded of my anorexic frame. A shiver and shake. My shoes squeak. Darkness falls. The night starts eating away at the moon.

In front of me is a gipsy. She is praying into a paper cup on the floor. A baby plays with it. It’s the gipsy’s baby. That or she has hired it for the day. It’s freezing. It’s the middle of Brussel’s town centre. Here is a baby being used as a begging tool. I should feel sympathy. I feel abhorrence.

I squeak away.