You never forget your first Werther's Original
Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 10:43 pm
Nor your first blast on a fruit machine.
Myself, I was about 8 years old and on a ferry back to Scotland. I had 50p to spend, and opted to throw it in a fruit machine rather than an arcade game. I had to climb on a stool to get the money in. I hit the start button, lights started flashing. No idea what was going on, I asked a stranger for help. He randomly hit HI and LO buttons for a bit. Then I hit the collect, and £11 popped out.
I didn't dare tell my parents about it at first. When I did, I expected a bollocking about the evils of gambling - instead they laughed at me, thinking I was going to recount a story of losing my 50p when in actual fact I won a sizeable some of money. I was even encouraged to recount this story to friends and family - which made a pleasant change from me mumping and moaning about being bored and wanting to go home.
As I grew older, I started playing machines an awful lot more. I lost a helluva lot of money, did some things I'm not proud of, and nearly went over the edge. Gradually I learnt how they worked, met a few folk, learnt a few real "tricks", and even started to have money at the end of the week. I moved back to Ireland for a while, and the antiquity of the machines over there meant I almost made enough to pay back the huge debts I'd previously accumulated.
Moving back to Scotland with a full-time job, I still played them a lot but could now afford to lose, which I started doing with great regularity. For the first time, I realised the time, as well as the money, that I was throwing away. Supposed to be meeting someone at 7pm for a drink - turning up at half past 8 with pathetic excuses wasn't good, regardless of whether I had a pocket full of nuggets or not.
So after a couple more years of this, I decided to call it a day - and with a couple of relapses (and still having regular bashes of the quiz machines), I've managed to kick the habit. I would love to occasionally throw a couple of quid into a machine which I know is gagging, but I don't have the discipline just to stick to that - so it's really all or nothing. I can buy a lottery ticket or place a bet on the footie without consequence, yet fruit machines have to be off-limits.
You might be wondering why I'm telling you all this. I'm not trying to encourage anyone to give up gambling, nor crowing about giving it up. I'm just interested in learning your experiences about how you came about to be a gambler in the first place.
Rich
Myself, I was about 8 years old and on a ferry back to Scotland. I had 50p to spend, and opted to throw it in a fruit machine rather than an arcade game. I had to climb on a stool to get the money in. I hit the start button, lights started flashing. No idea what was going on, I asked a stranger for help. He randomly hit HI and LO buttons for a bit. Then I hit the collect, and £11 popped out.
I didn't dare tell my parents about it at first. When I did, I expected a bollocking about the evils of gambling - instead they laughed at me, thinking I was going to recount a story of losing my 50p when in actual fact I won a sizeable some of money. I was even encouraged to recount this story to friends and family - which made a pleasant change from me mumping and moaning about being bored and wanting to go home.
As I grew older, I started playing machines an awful lot more. I lost a helluva lot of money, did some things I'm not proud of, and nearly went over the edge. Gradually I learnt how they worked, met a few folk, learnt a few real "tricks", and even started to have money at the end of the week. I moved back to Ireland for a while, and the antiquity of the machines over there meant I almost made enough to pay back the huge debts I'd previously accumulated.
Moving back to Scotland with a full-time job, I still played them a lot but could now afford to lose, which I started doing with great regularity. For the first time, I realised the time, as well as the money, that I was throwing away. Supposed to be meeting someone at 7pm for a drink - turning up at half past 8 with pathetic excuses wasn't good, regardless of whether I had a pocket full of nuggets or not.
So after a couple more years of this, I decided to call it a day - and with a couple of relapses (and still having regular bashes of the quiz machines), I've managed to kick the habit. I would love to occasionally throw a couple of quid into a machine which I know is gagging, but I don't have the discipline just to stick to that - so it's really all or nothing. I can buy a lottery ticket or place a bet on the footie without consequence, yet fruit machines have to be off-limits.
You might be wondering why I'm telling you all this. I'm not trying to encourage anyone to give up gambling, nor crowing about giving it up. I'm just interested in learning your experiences about how you came about to be a gambler in the first place.
Rich