Will I ever win a tourney at DTD?

Went to DTD last night to play the 50+5.

The journey does my nut though as they are still fucking about with the M1 and there's a 50 stretch running into J26 which feels like your waiting to be shot while driving through treacle. There also was a stretch between J30 and J29 where they seemed to be a river running down the motorway, crazy weather!!! Due to these inconveniences I arrive just after 8pm, which isn't bad as I left my house in Sheffield at 7.15pm.

I have a fairly uneventful first 90 mins just managing to steal enough to stay level-ish, then pick up the pocket rockets in early to mid. A couple fold and the guy on my right raises from 200 to 600 and I make it 1500, he shoves and obviously I beat him into the pot with the rest of my chips. He flips KK and pipes up 'yeah I thought you had the aces' and it's all looking mine until the K hits the river - OMFG here we go again!

This leaves me with 450 chips, fuckin marvellous! Anyway to cut a short story even shorter I manage to get it back to 3500 then get down to 1750 and shove with 7T suited with the blinds at 150/300 and lose to AK.

I lick my wounds and go and sit on the 50p/£1 cash table where first hand I'm dealt KJ suited but decide not to raise the 1st hand. there is no raise and 4 of us go to the flop which comes J23 rainbow. The sb bets 2 and I make it 7, the others fold and the sb calls. The turn comes a 9 and we both check. The river comes another J and the sb bets out for a tenner! I make it £30 and he shoves for another £43. Now, I'm telling myself he's in the sb and it's screaming J2 J3 full house to me but I talk myself into the fact that I'd have to be really unlucky for him to have the other J and maybe he does have it but no the full house. Anyway, I finally talk myself into the call and of course he shows me J3 - why the fuck do I instantly know what they have then talk myself into calling - FFS go with your gut - DOHHHH!!!!!!!!

£80 down 1st hand, great start and then I throw the other £20 in with 77 against KK and have to buy another £100 in chips.

You have to work the cash tables though, it's no good expecting to play 30 mins and win big, sometimes it will happen but usually not. It did finally turn round after 3 hours and I walked away at 2.30am £172.50 to the good, which was a profit on the night of about £72.50 - a decent night out!

The drive home was fucked. I make my way down the A52 towards J25 of the M1 and get halfway there when the road goes to one lane then at the roundabout a diversion sign sends me virtually all the way back to the ring road before sending me 10 miles out of my way round Long Eaton - Useless fucking cuntie workmen!!!