So apparently I’m back in the real world. One month of total bliss in Vegas was nice, but the come-down is a little tricky. Apparently, I no longer have a phone in my bedroom with someone on the end of it that will bring me anything I want at any time of day or night... I’m also having to try and beat a 22-year-old college kid’s vocabulary out of me – this includes not saying to supermarket cashiers ‘What’s up?’ (they never understand) and not calling people ‘dude’ all the time.

Anyway, the WSOP was still its insane, incomparable, magnificent self, and as ever, it bitch-slapped me into submission.