Padraig’s Corner: Go Tell The Spartans!
I think it was 1992. A bunch of people were in Andy Black’s flat in Ranelagh. Tea was the tipple…
Author Padraig Parkinson
Padraig Parkinson
Over a decade ago Jesse May talked me into writing a magazine article by just telling a story or giving my thoughts on the poker world as though I was talking to a guy in a bar. I didn’t need to practice. This is the result…
Padraig’s Corner: Colette Doherty – The Legend and the Laughter
I walked into the Eccentric’s Club in Dublin for the first time in the mid eighties. It wasn’t much to…
Padraig’s Corner: Athlone. Home of the underdog.
It’s hard to believe it was over 42 years ago. I was in the second year of my poker degree…
Padraig’s Corner: “What do you do to yourself?”
A few months ago, I was in Galway meeting Pat O’Callaghan of the Eglinton Club over beer in Garvey’s Bar.…
Padraig’s Corner: The Dish Ran Away With The Spoon
The player is Peter from Skerrys. About six months ago, in the middle of his battle with cancer, he showed…