After my dismal performance in the Media Tournament on Tuesday, I was determined to put things right. Settling down to some $60 sit-and-gos I quickly got blinded down in one before coming second and third in two others which, inevitably, has made up for my cash game losses.

I hate $2-$4 limit Hold’em and have vowed never to play the game again, especially after being taunted by the young lad sitting next to me – who I found out later was Barry Greenstein’s son – because I didn’t really like Ozzie Osborne. Twat.

Anyway, life at sea continues apace and there’s been plenty to keep me busy – lying down, drinking cocktails, a bit more lying down, and now, concentrating on the main tournament which is down to the last 36.