"I have dealt tables, usually finals, where everybody knows what they're doing, and nobody's trying to look 'cool', they just state their action, and the game moves quickly."
A few years ago, one of the top boys at Grosvenor Casinos had a vision. The Angel Of Gambling, dressed in an Armani suit and holding oak-aged brandy in a crystal glass, appeared to him in a dream and spake... Continue Reading →