No sooner had David Williams neatly tidied up his chips into easily-countable stacks, than Jeff Madsen crept up, his finger to his lips to indicate that I should be quiet. Then he leaned over Williams' shoulder and knocked his chips over, before scampering back to his own table. His act of shameless vandalism was met with nothing more than a sigh and a slow shake of the Williams head as he started the long stacking process over again.