After six weeks of World Series of Poker diaries, Lee Davy gets back to his usual bitchiness and complaints in his bog standard confessions column, this week slathering on about how hard life is. Poor Lee.

I look around the room. I don’t know what to do. Life is being squeezed out. The machismo part of me won’t accept that I am affected by depression. But what else can it be? There is a feeling of weightlessness. I could float. There is nothing inside. No bones to anchor. The slow seduction of solemnity sickens me.

Music?

Video Games?