Day 48

Fourteen days in Las Vegas would drive even the sanest of beings round the bend. So, it will come as no surprise to learn that I am currently counting down the remaining hours of this trip in my hotel room. Sin City can do strange things to the body, and combined with a poker tournament that has run into the early hours of every morning bar one since I got here, the body clock is suffering as my nights and days seem like one long nightmare. Okay, that’s a bit over the top, but if I never hear another slot machine again it will be too soon.