I’m low on chips at the £100 Hold’em table at the Vic (Grosvenor Victoria Casino). A grey-haired Chinaman – in his sixties, I guess – is alone with me in a hand. He’s pre-occupied, eating a stir-fry with a fork and studying a racing paper.

There’s no way he’s paying attention. I don’t think he’s looked at his cards. I decide to bluff and raise all I can. Without looking up he throws a pile of chips onto the table. He’s re-raised – bet the pot. I stare at him for a while. He never stops eating; his eyes never leave the racing paper.