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Reno, Nevada, likes to label itself ‘the biggest little city in the world’. It’s easy to understand why.  It’s possible to be ‘engulfed in the nightlife’; take a hot air balloon ride or simply enjoy the culture in a place that is the ‘opposite of ordinary’. It has a unique impact, one that possibly explains why a song by The Grateful Dead, Friend of the Devil, begins with: I set out from Reno; I was trailed by twenty hounds.

For those of us who do not particularly enjoy standing in a glorified wicker basket at high altitude watching a flame shoot up into a large nylon rag bag, the city may appear to have little appeal. However, if poker’s your thang, …

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Last weekend saw the climax of the APAT European Amateur Poker Championship at the Poker Royale Casino in Vienna. Attracted by the low entrance fee of €75, 188 players had placed their bums on seats but the last man to walk away from the tables was Andy Kingan.

However, he’ll soon be sitting down again because his 1st prize package includes a seat at the Grosvenor UK Poker Tour Grand Final (worth $8000) as well as a bank account boosting payment of €4900.

Haling from Wallasey, Merseyside, an area that boasts a ‘pleasant shopping street’, Andy claimed that he was ‘chuffed to win it’ and implied it might help offset the piercing pain of Manchester United’s thrashing of his beloved Liverpool.

The players …

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Leona Lewis has taken her bleeding heart state side and the yanks bleeding love it!  Her debut US single ‘Bleeding Love’ has leapt into the US charts at one number. Making Leona the first UK female to reach No.1 in America since Kim Wilde hit the US No.1 spot in 1987 with ‘You keep me hanging on.’ Bleeding Hell! It’s only week one though so give it another 16 weeks and the yanks’ ears will be bleeding just like ours.

Liam Howlett from the Prodigy famously celebrated getting to No.1 in the US with “a big wank”. We are taking a punt and suggesting Leona may have found another way to celebrate, but you never know….

After a gushing appearance on …

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Beat’s favourite crack addled pseudo poet and sometimes musician will soon be rubbing shoulders with Tom Cruise and John Travolta as they discuss their alien ancestors.

It appears potty Pete has sucked on one too many crack pipes as its revealed he’s rather fond of the old Scientology malarkey. Quite how squeaky clean short arse Tom will react to Pete is uncertain but we’d love to be a fly on the wall for that particular meeting of minds. Apparently Pete has bought a pile of books on Scientology after his missus and alleged DJ Nadine Ruddy got him interested.

A source said: “Nadine is really into Scientology. She takes her beliefs very seriously.Pete’s chatted a lot with her about it. He went out …

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And in an instant, all my faith and hope in Fabio Capello has been smashed into smithereens.

“David Beckham can be my Ronaldo,” the England coach has said. Now, my immediate reaction was that one of two things had happened. Either, that Capello’s quotes have been lost in translation by some bungling interpreter, or that Fabio was referring to the Brazilian Ronaldo, the overweight, over the hill, almost perma-injured player currently seeing out his career in the treatment rooms at Milan.

But no. Capello meant Cristiano Ronaldo, the lithe, pacy, dribbling, goalscoring genius who will almost certainly walk away with the Player of the Year award and probably the World Player of the Year prize ‘an all.

No, no, no, no. This can’t …

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There´s a moustachioed bloke with curly hair that sells burgers outside Anfield, in the shadow of the Kemlyn Road Stand. Mountain of a man he is, must be 6´4 tall and almost as wide.

"Beergers, beergers, come and get yer lovely tasty beergers," he calls out in a deep Scouse brogue to supporters.

I found myself waiting for a mate and must have spent 15 minutes taking in the amusing sight of this giant version of a Harry Enfield stereotype in a white apron flipping burgers and handing them over to hungry punters.

Flying off the hot plate they were, and they smelled so good I was ready to get stuck in. That was until the burger man handed over the reins to …

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