[user4144]
The Hilton have provided the perfect set up for playing poker. Light, spacious with refreshments on stand-by if one need recover from a bad beat or a roller coaster of a hand. The venue is held in such high esteem, however, that players and media alike need to pass through a metal detector to access the cardroom, as if the constant trauma of the continent's airports weren't enough to keep participants frustrated. What exactly these detectors are aiming to detect, however I am unsure. I know poker can get heated at times, but have you ever seen a player whip out a knife after being shown a bluff? No, me neither.
Nevertheless, there seems to be a plethora of stars at the fet, many of whom have already caught our eye. Within the rabble is the usual smattering of designer hoodies, ipods and spiky blonde hair, meaning the Scandies are here in full force. As expected, there are still many an empty seat, so I'm sure that final number won't be confirmed until very late in the day, giving those cucumber cool latecomers ample time to arrive in true Hellmuth-esque fashion.
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