Another review from the World Series of Poker, this time focusing on record producer, Steve Albini, besting a final table housing 15 bracelets to capture his own in the baby Stud.

Outside the window, beyond the rosy red painted toenails of the foot that peeks at me from between a blue and brown bow, is the trademark lips and tongue of the Rolling Stones.

Jagger, Richards and co were in town, proving to Cardiffians that you don’t have to lie down and wait to die when you reach your 70s.

The town was packed.