This is the story of a moral dilemma in the Caribbean. I imagine that part of the world has been the scene of far more than its fair share of these. This one, however, doesn’t involve anything extramarital, any offshore accounts, or an under-the-influence, under- insured, jet-skiing dolphin- collision incident.

Instead, this one takes place across the green baize. I was playing some cash poker, as I do, after a hard day’s work. Of course, by work I mean hanging out talking to some poker players and sitting on the beach.

Now whisper it quietly but I’m starting to have some problems with live poker.