Saturday, November 11

I never sleep on long-haul flights. So you can’t even begin to imagine my delight when, after being fed and watered, and firing up Pirates of the Caribbean, I blinked and seemingly missed the entire 12-hour trip. Bleary-eyed and distrusting of the flight map, I turned to fellow PokerPlayer writer, Shelley Rubenstein, and asked, “Where are we?”, to which she replied, “I’ve done five films and I’m halfway through the sixth. You’ve been asleep the whole way. We’re just about to land.”

You think she’d have been happy for me, but this was said with such badly-disguised bitterness that I completely forgot to ask why she was looking furtive and wrapped from head-to-foot in two blankets.