Have you no idea, that despite claims (usually vastly exaggerated) most fruit players LOSE much cash over the years. There may be one or two exceptions, but to the outsider playing machines seems antisocial and embarrassing, even if you try to hide embarrassment with a handful of 'won' pound coins.
Have you noticed, apart from Grannies and fat/ugly socially bereft women, females don't usually play them? How many times have you seen in arcades, often decent-looking lads with their girlfriends in tow, being hissed at by said girl to 'leave because it's a waste' or 'it's time to go if we're going out later' and the lad responds with 'just one more 20' and you catch the girls eyes as she turns to storm out, a mixture of sadness and embarrassment in her moist eyes......when she's gone you can sense the lads adrenaline caused by a combination of embarrassment at the barely-suppressed scene, and the knowledge he's in the shit and should go after her struggling with his addictive urge to keep playing.......
I have a quick spin when out with my mates, 2-3 mins. Any longer they start shaking heads. Quite rightly. So I don't.
The same phenomenon occurs on the poker sites. I never play for cash, but play free on full-tilt, have a good six-figure pile of chips, and see the same scenario unfold there. There are a FEW serious players obviously practising, but most of those who fill the tables up, judging by the chat, are the same socially bereft people as most fruit players. You get the feeling that like the 3x35 105 streak on machines, the player who gets the ace-flush on the river and wins a few tens-of-thousands in play-chips is having the same temporary hit of satisfaction and self-achievement as the 105'er who looks round furtively whilst collecting his bank to see if people are watching his 'success'. If only these unfortunates got those same 'hits' of success at work or in education or proper personal achievement.......
Oh, and to those who respond with a claim to have a 'willing' partner in their playing and gambling, be in no doubt that the relationship is ultimately doomed to mutual failure or stress or poverty, whichever comes first.
Nighty night.
Fruit Players and Partners....The Truth??
Apart from the irony of a player writing to effectively 'slag off' fruit players I found your post very interesting.
Many of the points you make are ones that I've been bleating on about for a while.
In my vast experience, I have only ever come across 2 good looking women who play fruits (and I came across one of them many times
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I love the way you describle the un-willing girlfriend 'in-tow', whenever I see this (particularly is she's quite hot - which they always seem to be) I do just want to go and slap the guy (inevitably a chav doing his swede).
As I have said MANY times before, I do my best to avoid machines when I'm out with non-playing friends and NEVER play machines when I'm out and about with a woman (and if anyone plays machines while they're supposed to be on a date......well!
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All-in-all, it is an antisocial occupation but, taken in moderation, it can also be a social one. For example, as today is Sunday, I will no-doubt head out for a few cheeky beers with a fellow player and we'll do what we can to make a few quid (avoiding monopolies in the process!).
I'd be interested to hear other peoples thoughts on this. Have a nice day everyone
Many of the points you make are ones that I've been bleating on about for a while.
In my vast experience, I have only ever come across 2 good looking women who play fruits (and I came across one of them many times
)I love the way you describle the un-willing girlfriend 'in-tow', whenever I see this (particularly is she's quite hot - which they always seem to be) I do just want to go and slap the guy (inevitably a chav doing his swede).
As I have said MANY times before, I do my best to avoid machines when I'm out with non-playing friends and NEVER play machines when I'm out and about with a woman (and if anyone plays machines while they're supposed to be on a date......well!
)All-in-all, it is an antisocial occupation but, taken in moderation, it can also be a social one. For example, as today is Sunday, I will no-doubt head out for a few cheeky beers with a fellow player and we'll do what we can to make a few quid (avoiding monopolies in the process!).
I'd be interested to hear other peoples thoughts on this. Have a nice day everyone
Of course everyone loses in their apprenticeship. Anyone who says otherwise is a liar. I learned the hard way and lost to start with, but it pays dividends these days and i'm able to make a decent crust.
It's totally anti-social, and unless i'm out with people who play the things i won't bother. You go right down in peoples estimation if you do so.
I'm also yet to see any attractive birds playing machines.....that's why you go clubbing!
It's totally anti-social, and unless i'm out with people who play the things i won't bother. You go right down in peoples estimation if you do so.
I'm also yet to see any attractive birds playing machines.....that's why you go clubbing!
"Sixty percent of the time, it works, every time!"
Yes, I expect the 'irony' tag to that post - what I should mention, in not dissimilar ethos to Matt, is that I set aside 'personal' time to play, i.e. on my own; done the car/gardening/stayed-with-kiddie-last-night-while-lady-went-out-with-her-mates-so-earned-a-Sunday-afternoon-to-myself sort of thing.
Unfortunately nowadays that is quite rare, so haven't so much as seen a machine yet this year!
By circumstance I am getting quite out-of-touch with events and play. Perhaps no bad thing. It's only when you stand outside the fish factory you realize how much it stinks.....
You're a Cambridge lad Matt, did my apprenticeship in the 1990's in Quicksilvers in Green Street worked for Mr.H.Sparks' doorman agency for a while, so had opportunity to keep one eye on the machine before clearing-out time at 11.10, and if suitably filled would have a crack in the inevitable invitation for a drink period after cusomers had gone.
Remember rolling the Andy Capp a few times in the Eagle, the new 10 pound top-reels thingy in the Boathouse, never seemed to do well in the Cambridge Arms for some reason...
Funny thing is I was more concerned with my fellow-doormens attitude to me being a 'boro boy, as some of them were the CUFC 'lads' at the time. I tended to avoid the Derby-Day games at the Shabbey just in case we had to ruck with some of the people I worked with.
Unfortunately nowadays that is quite rare, so haven't so much as seen a machine yet this year!
By circumstance I am getting quite out-of-touch with events and play. Perhaps no bad thing. It's only when you stand outside the fish factory you realize how much it stinks.....
You're a Cambridge lad Matt, did my apprenticeship in the 1990's in Quicksilvers in Green Street worked for Mr.H.Sparks' doorman agency for a while, so had opportunity to keep one eye on the machine before clearing-out time at 11.10, and if suitably filled would have a crack in the inevitable invitation for a drink period after cusomers had gone.
Remember rolling the Andy Capp a few times in the Eagle, the new 10 pound top-reels thingy in the Boathouse, never seemed to do well in the Cambridge Arms for some reason...
Funny thing is I was more concerned with my fellow-doormens attitude to me being a 'boro boy, as some of them were the CUFC 'lads' at the time. I tended to avoid the Derby-Day games at the Shabbey just in case we had to ruck with some of the people I worked with.
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Re: Fruit Players and Partners....The Truth??
I beg to differ here, although I will immediately add that I realize I am a rare exception to the rule. I have been married to my partner for 7 years and we have a solid relationship which is going from strength to strength.cashino wrote:
Oh, and to those who respond with a claim to have a 'willing' partner in their playing and gambling, be in no doubt that the relationship is ultimately doomed to mutual failure or stress or poverty, whichever comes first.
In a working week, we will usually go out on Saturday night and my wife knows we will play fruit machines in every pub we visit.
She doesn't ever complain about this, and does become involved from time to time, hitting the odd top feature repeat here and cash repeat there and that is as much as she is happy to do.
I've mentioned her in numerous threads before elsewhere and while I know she will never become a player as such, she does enjoy playing in small quantities.
Our relationship 'at the machine' is very conversational, most players can play with their eyes closed and as such we have our social chats whilst I play the machines. Now it could be argued that this isn't the same as sitting at a table with full eye contact and no distractions but it certainly shows that she isn't one of the 'broody, embarrassed, waiting to go' types of female.
She knows, as well as I that if she said could we just sit and talk, then I can honestly say I would do that straight away. Maybe it comes with maturity, being 37 I have the bigger picture in mind, satisfy a craving to play and make a few quid, or upset the wife and us both have a shit night, well let's just say I know which side my bread is buttered.
I suppose the one conversation we have never had is the "would you like me to stop playing completely" question. A part of me would never ask that question because of the risk the answer would be yes, and that would be a hard thing to do, however I'd give it a shot.
Her opinion of my playing is as good as it gets for a bloke really, she knows it's part of my way to relax and enjoy myself in my non working time just as I would never tell her she can't go and shop or go out drinking with her friends. We understand each others vices and that helps out relationship overall. It also helps that she knows that I'm not continually spunking £100's in a mad frenzy of play, and more often than not break even, or make a modest profit. She can tell that by our selective route when we visit only certain pubs and how we only stay on some machines for a very small length of time.
Again, I will repeat that I count myself lucky and our relationship including the gambling is as strong as ever.
Confucius say "man who know wombat know more than stupid looking monkey"
Cashino, I thought your post was interesting and you made some good, valid points...........until the final sentence.
This is where I fall into Kidgloves corner. I've been going out with my other half for 9 years, we have a 3 year old daughter, and we all get on great, therefore I'd say we're pretty solid and we've played machines since we first started going out with each other.
We haven't had a night out together since the birth, instead we play when we have a full day off together whilst the little one is in school/nursery. My gf will ask where should we go and while we are out she'll tell me where she does or doesn't want to go (pubwise). She's more sensible than me so she'll tell me when to walk or press on, she's also good at hawking other people too.
The only problem with two of you playing m/c's is you have to buy twice as many drinks which cuts into your profits, but hey, we only go out 3/4 times per month so its all good. Whether we make a good profit or any kind of loss there is no bad blood or blame laying. As long as the bills are paid and we have money in our ar$e pockets it will remain quite a good set-up, although she is becoming very disillussioned with machines at the moment.
By the way, I do play on my own aswell, I'm not well and truly under the thumb................yet!!
This is where I fall into Kidgloves corner. I've been going out with my other half for 9 years, we have a 3 year old daughter, and we all get on great, therefore I'd say we're pretty solid and we've played machines since we first started going out with each other.
We haven't had a night out together since the birth, instead we play when we have a full day off together whilst the little one is in school/nursery. My gf will ask where should we go and while we are out she'll tell me where she does or doesn't want to go (pubwise). She's more sensible than me so she'll tell me when to walk or press on, she's also good at hawking other people too.
The only problem with two of you playing m/c's is you have to buy twice as many drinks which cuts into your profits, but hey, we only go out 3/4 times per month so its all good. Whether we make a good profit or any kind of loss there is no bad blood or blame laying. As long as the bills are paid and we have money in our ar$e pockets it will remain quite a good set-up, although she is becoming very disillussioned with machines at the moment.
By the way, I do play on my own aswell, I'm not well and truly under the thumb................yet!!
No never, I assure you!jeffvickers wrote:A doorman abusing his power throwing a young lad off the machine desparately close to a JP 10 minutes before closing time?
In fact, just the opposite, I'd always feel sorry for the sad loser on his own, bereft of female or any other company, his eyes full of loss-reflective sorrow, even more conscious of his isolation as the pub rapidly emptied.
I'd just play the nice guy, and leave him until last to give him the extra time he needed, judging by his imploring eyes.
Then I'd kick him out and rape it.
Sorry kidgloves and ma71lda, wasn't trying to put you 2 on the defensive, although I could get Freudian about your two responses.
I beg to differ; I would always treat my missus as more attractive and more important than a machine, and not as a dual attention when out.
Princess Diana's infamous "there were 3 of us in this marriage" referred to Her, Charles and Camilla, not Her, Charles and a DOND power 5.
Ma71lda sums it up unintentionally - he refers to the 'unasked question'.
If he's afraid of the answer, that means he knows inside what that answer would be. Which means he should perhaps think about his playing.
Remember women underneath are nest-builders and mothers. Their minds always have an unmentioned mental day-to-day balance of their situation ready-to-read.
This balance includes home, childs welfare, relationship, money, social standing and free time etc. At the moment as you say, all seems OK. You go out together, the child has a secure home, with mum and dad, you can absorb any cost of playing.
The thing is, you never know how near 'tipping' that balance is. You could be on level in her mind, and tilted towards okay in yours. Without knowing, one play, one event may tip that towards bad, without you ever knowing things were that finely cut.
Next stop, in your bedsit, while she stays in your house with your kid with your maintenance, you hear a comment from a friend of one of her friends, along the lines of "Miss X spent 9 F*cking years with a gambling addict" or "Miss X spent 9 years competing for her bloke's attention with an effing wooden box with lights".
Then the long serrated blade will stick in your guts, twist and pull......
I beg to differ; I would always treat my missus as more attractive and more important than a machine, and not as a dual attention when out.
Princess Diana's infamous "there were 3 of us in this marriage" referred to Her, Charles and Camilla, not Her, Charles and a DOND power 5.
Ma71lda sums it up unintentionally - he refers to the 'unasked question'.
If he's afraid of the answer, that means he knows inside what that answer would be. Which means he should perhaps think about his playing.
Remember women underneath are nest-builders and mothers. Their minds always have an unmentioned mental day-to-day balance of their situation ready-to-read.
This balance includes home, childs welfare, relationship, money, social standing and free time etc. At the moment as you say, all seems OK. You go out together, the child has a secure home, with mum and dad, you can absorb any cost of playing.
The thing is, you never know how near 'tipping' that balance is. You could be on level in her mind, and tilted towards okay in yours. Without knowing, one play, one event may tip that towards bad, without you ever knowing things were that finely cut.
Next stop, in your bedsit, while she stays in your house with your kid with your maintenance, you hear a comment from a friend of one of her friends, along the lines of "Miss X spent 9 F*cking years with a gambling addict" or "Miss X spent 9 years competing for her bloke's attention with an effing wooden box with lights".
Then the long serrated blade will stick in your guts, twist and pull......
Its funny this has come up as i met a women New Years Eve and have been seeing her since. She enjoys coming gambling with me and says 'I love a bad boy' She never plays just loves to watch the money come home :P We go round the pubs drinking, getting pissed, making money then back to hers at the end of the night, PERFECT!!! 
She never plays just loves to watch the money come home :P We go round the pubs drinking, getting pissed, making money then back to hers at the end of the night, PERFECT!!! We do like to play devils advocate, don't we?!
I'd hate to consider myself as a gambling addict, I have my own perceptions of what an addict is and I certainly feel as though I don't fit the criteria. For instance, I don't get excited when I know I'll be having a 'playing' day, I don't get sweaty palms, itchy feet or suffer anxiety when I haven't been out for a while and I know for a fact I could go months without pressing a start button (especially with the current crop o'crap around).
Now don't think I'm on the defensive, because my gf likes to play machines as much as myself, I actually believe if we walked into a pub and saw a Hellraiser/clone we'd have a When Harry Met Sally moment on our hands. Playing machines will come to an end, I may grow out of them, they may become obsolete but when there is a redding Vortex, it has to be played. May I also add we don't take our daughter into pubs to play on machines.
Damn you cashino for trying to make people question their own ethics, morals and family values.
I'd hate to consider myself as a gambling addict, I have my own perceptions of what an addict is and I certainly feel as though I don't fit the criteria. For instance, I don't get excited when I know I'll be having a 'playing' day, I don't get sweaty palms, itchy feet or suffer anxiety when I haven't been out for a while and I know for a fact I could go months without pressing a start button (especially with the current crop o'crap around).
Now don't think I'm on the defensive, because my gf likes to play machines as much as myself, I actually believe if we walked into a pub and saw a Hellraiser/clone we'd have a When Harry Met Sally moment on our hands. Playing machines will come to an end, I may grow out of them, they may become obsolete but when there is a redding Vortex, it has to be played. May I also add we don't take our daughter into pubs to play on machines.
Damn you cashino for trying to make people question their own ethics, morals and family values.
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Wowser! A better player?
My friendly girl constantly asks me to hit this that and the other.
"Should I try another board?"
"What does this do?"
"Can you hit this skill continue?"
"Should I go higher than a 2?"
"Shall I change to 50p stake?"
I wish sometimes she'd just get down and dirty with the machine, that's what you do in an apprenticeship. She should be up there. You know I've shown her flavas, bloop, blaps, beeps, peeps, whistles, knockbacks, Les Dennis, rips, prises, surprises, wedges, potato wedges, jackpots, jacket potatoes, disco buttons, red features, super features, mega features, invicible features, number runners, gunners, money runners and Big gunners. After all that, she should have more flavas under her belt. I should be able to send her off on her own into battle. She's still like a rabbit in headlights though. You're damn right though about the whole playing issue smug. Tell her to go higher than a 2 and it comes 1. Uuuuuft. Then I have to explain about peeps, whistles, blah blah, percentages, fruity blah blah. She won't speak to me for a week after that. That's why the relationship works. We've barely spoken to each other since we met. There's so much we could have in common. It's the anticipation of common ground which keeps us together.
However. Her highlight was this. Some blokeypoos was watching us playing a Beaver Las Vegas in a services. Blagged boxes, that 'on a roll' feature. I BOOOOOMED it in for jackpot. Big black Global. £25poos. Repeat for the feature.
"How can you see that?" said the bloke.
"Just luck"
"Amazing - bet yer missus can't hit the next one....."
So I said go on then, she will. And she did. I was so proud.
"yer proffesionals...."
"yes we are, but she has all the skillllllzzzzzz"
Bloop.
My friendly girl constantly asks me to hit this that and the other.
"Should I try another board?"
"What does this do?"
"Can you hit this skill continue?"
"Should I go higher than a 2?"
"Shall I change to 50p stake?"
I wish sometimes she'd just get down and dirty with the machine, that's what you do in an apprenticeship. She should be up there. You know I've shown her flavas, bloop, blaps, beeps, peeps, whistles, knockbacks, Les Dennis, rips, prises, surprises, wedges, potato wedges, jackpots, jacket potatoes, disco buttons, red features, super features, mega features, invicible features, number runners, gunners, money runners and Big gunners. After all that, she should have more flavas under her belt. I should be able to send her off on her own into battle. She's still like a rabbit in headlights though. You're damn right though about the whole playing issue smug. Tell her to go higher than a 2 and it comes 1. Uuuuuft. Then I have to explain about peeps, whistles, blah blah, percentages, fruity blah blah. She won't speak to me for a week after that. That's why the relationship works. We've barely spoken to each other since we met. There's so much we could have in common. It's the anticipation of common ground which keeps us together.
However. Her highlight was this. Some blokeypoos was watching us playing a Beaver Las Vegas in a services. Blagged boxes, that 'on a roll' feature. I BOOOOOMED it in for jackpot. Big black Global. £25poos. Repeat for the feature.
"How can you see that?" said the bloke.
"Just luck"
"Amazing - bet yer missus can't hit the next one....."
So I said go on then, she will. And she did. I was so proud.
"yer proffesionals...."
"yes we are, but she has all the skillllllzzzzzz"
Bloop.
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