Next to Roland de Wolfe (who looked to be heading steadily downward but has recently picked up some chips and is about as relaxed as you'd expect one of the perma-massaged players to be) is John Baughman, who just knocked out Ali Mallu. Mallu, whose frankly mental approach to poker either shoots him up the chip list at the beginning or busts him straight out, got the last of his chips - 1,850 - all-in pre with 5h-6c. De Wolfe called, but big blind Baughman re-raised, successfully getting Roland out and showing Ah-Kh which hit two pair for good measure. As a long-term myopic, I had to fight a very strong urge to remind him where his glasses were, however.
Ditto Josh Tyler. At least he's within 90 degrees of the actual orientation of his ears.
"LOL at Tyler," Tabatabai may or may not be telling neighbour Samer George.
"I don't know what you're laughing at," George probably didn't reply, "He may not be getting The Crazy Frog in stereo, but your headphones aren't even strictly on your head."
"Ohhh, wondered why I could hear you all talking."
"You want the sort that go right in the ears, like so," advises George, "If you put just a little blu-tak on the end they're ever so snug."
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