Incident last Wednesday
Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 1:51 am
Hi Guys,
Hope you've all had a good bank holiday weekend, maybe a bit of profit or maybe some relaxing time - either way I hope it resulted in a nice few days.
I have received many requests to keep the members of this site updated with experiences that take place when I am out fruit playing. I believe some people are irritated by my posts but I think a significant number appreciate my account of events that take place so therefore I will continue to share them using this medium. I must stress that the accounts I post are not constructed to shock, entertain or whatever else people think they are intended for, they are simply an account of an event that has taken place, if it boring or poorly written then that is fine as my intention is to tell it like it is in the best way I can manage. I often have a bit of fun on here with subjects such as Security and The Chief but I'm sure a few of you realise there is a serious aspect to it. My motivation? Well, decoding machines for a living can sometimes fry the brain a little so I like to do other things on a regular basis, whether it be reading a book, putting an experience down on paper, doing some exercise, or just about anything to keep the mind fresh and stop it from cluttering up.
As you've probably already guessed from the title of this thread, I'm going to tell you about something that happened last Wednesday near Nottingham. I was in quite a large public house off the schedule that was reasonably quiet with only a handful of customers in. The only people I was really aware of was a group of men playing pool whilst making regular trips to the bar and the jukebox, they looked a bit loud and some may say a bit unsavoury but nothing that you wouldn't be surprised to see in many of the pubs throughout the UK. I didn't really pay attention as The Chief was leaned against the machine next to the one I was on facing the most significant spatial area of the public house and monitoring the situation from that particular viewpoint. As I was playing my scheduled unit I noticed from the corner of my eye that The Chief was having a little giggle to himself, something was obviously tickling his fancy but I didn't stop my work to ask what, maybe he was texting on the job or possibly his mind was having a little wander in a place that was more or less water tight in security terms. I was concentrating on my unit and after a period of time it was beginning to play ball and so I could see the finishing line in sight.
Things had gone fairly well and I knew I wouldn't be spending much longer on the unit as I had secured the profit I wanted to achieve. This is the point when things got interesting as I began to collect part of my bank out and the 3 men who had been shooting pool approached me and the machine. As they approached I realised The Chief was straightening himself up a touch from his position of leaning on the other machine and was now holding a firmer stance and remaining confident and composed. As the men approached us their faces seemed a bit disheveled and one of them had a sort of evasive look on his face whilst at the same time looking like he had been hard done by. He was the tallest of the trio and easily the thickest set and he said 'We did our nuts in that last night, wiped us out, that'll be our fukin dollar mate' He was looking at me whilst he was speaking so I said 'don't think so mate, I've put plenty in to get that, it's just my money back' Another of the trio replied 'clever cunt, we did our fukin nuts in that last night' The Chief now stepped in and tried to diffuse the situation and said 'Don't worry fellas, he'll leave a couple of pints behind the bar for you when he gets them changed up' I could now see from my own eyes that the bar had been raised a little as the situation was becoming more emotionally charged, the original instigator stepped back in 'look cunts, we fight for a football firm and I want some of that fukin cash now' This was at the point where I first felt a bit of a ticker in my stomach as it seemed like they meant business. It was clearly apparent that these undesirables wanted a significant cut of my coinage and I knew that was clearly going to present a real problem. The Chief said 'Ok lads, we don't want any trouble' as he put his hand in his pocket and counted £100 notes out and held his hand out to give the money. The main aggressor let out a wry smirk as he put his hand out take the cash but on doing this The Chief fed him a straight, fluent, crisp jab with the hand he was holding the notes in that unanimously connected with the right hand side of the offenders face. It is a trick The Chief has used many times before down the years. The Chief prepared for retaliation but the guy was holding his face and had nothing to offer, his 2 sidekicks were now showing a changed demeanour as they seemed to be looking at me for an explanation, I said 'it's your call lads, you've made your bed and now it's time to lay in it' The Chief responded 'I don't want to make a scene out of this, but you lads are in the wrong, if you want to go outside to sort it out it's fine by me' The jab thrown by The Chief was straight out of the textbook and whilst it was in motion there was a warm feeling beginning to fill up inside of me, the shot was thrown with such technique and confidence that it just felt like everything was under control. It may not have been, but for that moment as the jab was thrown it overshadowed everything surrounding it, including the actual situation. The 3 men were now almost unrecognisable in terms of their attitude from what they had been around 30 seconds earlier, they were now apologising saying they didn't want any trouble and they promptly made their exit from the pub. The Chief winked at me as I proceeded to collect my bank and we finished up and got back in our vehicle hoping our next hit en route would be less eventful.
Regards, Sir Linesman
Hope you've all had a good bank holiday weekend, maybe a bit of profit or maybe some relaxing time - either way I hope it resulted in a nice few days.
I have received many requests to keep the members of this site updated with experiences that take place when I am out fruit playing. I believe some people are irritated by my posts but I think a significant number appreciate my account of events that take place so therefore I will continue to share them using this medium. I must stress that the accounts I post are not constructed to shock, entertain or whatever else people think they are intended for, they are simply an account of an event that has taken place, if it boring or poorly written then that is fine as my intention is to tell it like it is in the best way I can manage. I often have a bit of fun on here with subjects such as Security and The Chief but I'm sure a few of you realise there is a serious aspect to it. My motivation? Well, decoding machines for a living can sometimes fry the brain a little so I like to do other things on a regular basis, whether it be reading a book, putting an experience down on paper, doing some exercise, or just about anything to keep the mind fresh and stop it from cluttering up.
As you've probably already guessed from the title of this thread, I'm going to tell you about something that happened last Wednesday near Nottingham. I was in quite a large public house off the schedule that was reasonably quiet with only a handful of customers in. The only people I was really aware of was a group of men playing pool whilst making regular trips to the bar and the jukebox, they looked a bit loud and some may say a bit unsavoury but nothing that you wouldn't be surprised to see in many of the pubs throughout the UK. I didn't really pay attention as The Chief was leaned against the machine next to the one I was on facing the most significant spatial area of the public house and monitoring the situation from that particular viewpoint. As I was playing my scheduled unit I noticed from the corner of my eye that The Chief was having a little giggle to himself, something was obviously tickling his fancy but I didn't stop my work to ask what, maybe he was texting on the job or possibly his mind was having a little wander in a place that was more or less water tight in security terms. I was concentrating on my unit and after a period of time it was beginning to play ball and so I could see the finishing line in sight.
Things had gone fairly well and I knew I wouldn't be spending much longer on the unit as I had secured the profit I wanted to achieve. This is the point when things got interesting as I began to collect part of my bank out and the 3 men who had been shooting pool approached me and the machine. As they approached I realised The Chief was straightening himself up a touch from his position of leaning on the other machine and was now holding a firmer stance and remaining confident and composed. As the men approached us their faces seemed a bit disheveled and one of them had a sort of evasive look on his face whilst at the same time looking like he had been hard done by. He was the tallest of the trio and easily the thickest set and he said 'We did our nuts in that last night, wiped us out, that'll be our fukin dollar mate' He was looking at me whilst he was speaking so I said 'don't think so mate, I've put plenty in to get that, it's just my money back' Another of the trio replied 'clever cunt, we did our fukin nuts in that last night' The Chief now stepped in and tried to diffuse the situation and said 'Don't worry fellas, he'll leave a couple of pints behind the bar for you when he gets them changed up' I could now see from my own eyes that the bar had been raised a little as the situation was becoming more emotionally charged, the original instigator stepped back in 'look cunts, we fight for a football firm and I want some of that fukin cash now' This was at the point where I first felt a bit of a ticker in my stomach as it seemed like they meant business. It was clearly apparent that these undesirables wanted a significant cut of my coinage and I knew that was clearly going to present a real problem. The Chief said 'Ok lads, we don't want any trouble' as he put his hand in his pocket and counted £100 notes out and held his hand out to give the money. The main aggressor let out a wry smirk as he put his hand out take the cash but on doing this The Chief fed him a straight, fluent, crisp jab with the hand he was holding the notes in that unanimously connected with the right hand side of the offenders face. It is a trick The Chief has used many times before down the years. The Chief prepared for retaliation but the guy was holding his face and had nothing to offer, his 2 sidekicks were now showing a changed demeanour as they seemed to be looking at me for an explanation, I said 'it's your call lads, you've made your bed and now it's time to lay in it' The Chief responded 'I don't want to make a scene out of this, but you lads are in the wrong, if you want to go outside to sort it out it's fine by me' The jab thrown by The Chief was straight out of the textbook and whilst it was in motion there was a warm feeling beginning to fill up inside of me, the shot was thrown with such technique and confidence that it just felt like everything was under control. It may not have been, but for that moment as the jab was thrown it overshadowed everything surrounding it, including the actual situation. The 3 men were now almost unrecognisable in terms of their attitude from what they had been around 30 seconds earlier, they were now apologising saying they didn't want any trouble and they promptly made their exit from the pub. The Chief winked at me as I proceeded to collect my bank and we finished up and got back in our vehicle hoping our next hit en route would be less eventful.
Regards, Sir Linesman
