It's Oh So Quiet
One table in particular is so quiet you could hear a mouse blow wind. As neighbour Michael Binger and Sami Kelopuro receive symmetrical massages, Julian Thew rests his chin on his hands, as if battling against impatience as he considers the prospect of nurturing his short stack for yet another level. Meanwhile, Christian Harder and co listen to his ipod, trapped in their own worlds, whilst David Williams taps away at his phone, either Twittering or sports betting.
As for the action, raise-fold-fold-fold seems to be the order of the day with each player treading carefully amid challenging company. No one wants to make a costly mistake, and no one wants to have to leave the VIP room and emerge from the cloth, defeated and £10,000 down.