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Last night, visited a sports bar with an On a Roll and a Cock a Doodle Doo

Made about £80

Whilst on the way out was gestured to the corner of the pub, where to cut a long story short I was threatened into leaving my coins on the pooltable - all on CCTV and witnessed by two "professional" door men.

At several times I was threatened by locals and by the owner of the bar.

After being asked " empty your pockets or the police are coming" I opted for the police - although in an attempt of lameness I sourly dropped my refill key under a table seen by manager et all.


Anyways, roughly 200 coins lighter an now 35 down on the day I am feeling quite sick/robbed etc - whilst I can appreciate the pubs feelings - they did lose a lot to noteys and deal or no deals hehe - I feel like what happened last night was unjustified.

Any worth in going to the police ?? Would the refill key I had on me count against me ??? I`ve done a couple of nights in the `nic before for having a key on me so dont want the hastle of all that again.

Its this kind of event that makes me put things into balance - what a joke

Keys aren't illegal, therefore thay have nothing to charge you with so the nights you've spent in the cells are unlawful as they can only hold you for ip to 6 hours without charge, you won fair and square so they basically robbed you and used threatening action. I'd go to the police. Shut the fuckers down, if that doesn't work there's a whole host of things that can be done to the pub that will threaten there business. Be creative. Obviously don't do both, pick either police or 'self justice'.

I feel your pain.

Almost exactly the same thing happened to me a while back. I was collered by the foreign manager of a bar after legitimately getting a £105 on an extreme and a quick £35 on a HoF.

I was threatened and made to surrender my coins (about £200). Funnily enough as I was being 'removed' from said establishment I stumbled into old bill and explained the situation.

They went in to the bar to have a word and when they came back, threatened to arrest me for 'fiddling' the machines. I couldn't believe it, their exact words were "obviously you know what you're doing so you're lucky we're not arresting you"...

..Yeah fucking lucky, £200 lighter and being treated like a crim...Lucky me!

I never play when doormen are on. Anyway, heres a story to cheer you lads up. Christmas 2006, I forced a Top Giza, Banked £50. Then suddenly, from no-where, the bouncer dragged me off the machine and threw me out. Fuming at this time, I walked to my car, drove back to the pub, saw the bouncer on the door and told him that he had stole the money and said I was going to the police. The manager of the pub came out, I explained to him that the Bouncer had stolen my money. At this time, the bouncer said to the manager "He was caught using a key". (Key Disconnected in pub anyway, no need to key). Now, the bouncer thought he'd be even cleverer, stood in front of my car and said "You're not going no-where, you've been drink driving. I revved my engine, he just stood there with a half grin-half serious look about him.

THAT WAS THE FINAL STRAW. VVVRRROOOOMMMM, FUCKING BOUNCER, STRAIGHT ON HIS ARSE IN A HEAP AS OBSERVED IN MY WING MIRROR......AHH..JUSTICE!

shoulda reversed back over the prat too.

this should cheer you up further, many moons ago ,,, i found a pub in blaby (leicester) which had a working thunderbird, any ways my spider-sense kicked in from the first coin i puts in it, eyes everywhere lol, so i helped meself to one jp and left it hoping to return another quieter day, thought nothing more of it ,
that night around 11pm knock knock on me door, police (landlord had got me reg) arrested me on suspicion of theft ,,,,,,,,,,, took me to the station, asked lots of questions to which my constant reply was "look we can waste each others time getting nowhere or we can go daaannn the paaabbb",
after about an hour of this they had nothing on me so conceded, so me, two cid officers and two bobbys went to said pub and woke landlord up, came down in his dressing gown and let us all in,(now 2am or thereabouts )
at this point i was clever enuf to negotiate that if i was to do this i was keeping the money, there were no objections as none of them believed it was possible anyhow, in fact one of the bobbys had that cocky smile on his face that said, ive got you by the balls son.

it was time to wipe that smile ,
the next 15-20 mins made every jaw drop, my spider -sense kicked in once more only this time it was telling me that the cocky coppers balls were shriveling up lol. i had done it, the naysayers were defeated, for that 20 mins i controlled the room and felt like king of the world, of course i was asked the usual munter questions like can you do this with any machine? well my ego, the situation, the moment, call it what you want, got the better of me and i proceeded to tell them that i could empty anything, but wouldn't show them anymore as they were my trade secrets, (in my mind i was in fits of hysterics) suddenly the landlord and all the coppers were looking two ft smaller. i was untouchable .
anyway they were obligated to take me home, and on the way one of the coppers told me he was in the wrong job and did i need an apprentice, that was it for me, i had achieved nirvana, my boner wouldn't go down for weeks, the end

Nice story!

When i was up in court for possession of rk, the police
never turned up on the trial-day, would have loved
to see them when the 'not guilty' was awarded...
Think deep down they must've known that they had
nothing on me?
They stringed me out for over a year with adjurnments,
worrying times tho when the charge was conspiracy to defraud

trayhop123 wrote:this should cheer you up further, many moons ago ,,, i found a pub in blaby (leicester) which had a working thunderbird, any ways my spider-sense kicked in from the first coin i puts in it, eyes everywhere lol, so i helped meself to one jp and left it hoping to return another quieter day, thought nothing more of it ,
that night around 11pm knock knock on me door, police (landlord had got me reg) arrested me on suspicion of theft ,,,,,,,,,,, took me to the station, asked lots of questions to which my constant reply was "look we can waste each others time getting nowhere or we can go daaannn the paaabbb",
after about an hour of this they had nothing on me so conceded, so me, two cid officers and two bobbys went to said pub and woke landlord up, came down in his dressing gown and let us all in,(now 2am or thereabouts )
at this point i was clever enuf to negotiate that if i was to do this i was keeping the money, there were no objections as none of them believed it was possible anyhow, in fact one of the bobbys had that cocky smile on his face that said, ive got you by the balls son.

it was time to wipe that smile ,
the next 15-20 mins made every jaw drop, my spider -sense kicked in once more only this time it was telling me that the cocky coppers balls were shriveling up lol. i had done it, the naysayers were defeated, for that 20 mins i controlled the room and felt like king of the world, of course i was asked the usual munter questions like can you do this with any machine? well my ego, the situation, the moment, call it what you want, got the better of me and i proceeded to tell them that i could empty anything, but wouldn't show them anymore as they were my trade secrets, (in my mind i was in fits of hysterics) suddenly the landlord and all the coppers were looking two ft smaller. i was untouchable .
anyway they were obligated to take me home, and on the way one of the coppers told me he was in the wrong job and did i need an apprentice, that was it for me, i had achieved nirvana, my boner wouldn't go down for weeks, the end

brilliant, would love too have been there

Cracking story, I can't believe you got nicked for one £15 jackpot though, what a shocker.

TEKNOWARRIOR wrote:Last night, visited a sports bar with an On a Roll and a Cock a Doodle Doo

Made about £80

Whilst on the way out was gestured to the corner of the pub, where to cut a long story short I was threatened into leaving my coins on the pooltable - all on CCTV and witnessed by two "professional" door men.

At several times I was threatened by locals and by the owner of the bar.

After being asked " empty your pockets or the police are coming" I opted for the police - although in an attempt of lameness I sourly dropped my refill key under a table seen by manager et all.


Anyways, roughly 200 coins lighter an now 35 down on the day I am feeling quite sick/robbed etc - whilst I can appreciate the pubs feelings - they did lose a lot to noteys and deal or no deals hehe - I feel like what happened last night was unjustified.

Any worth in going to the police ?? Would the refill key I had on me count against me ??? I`ve done a couple of nights in the `nic before for having a key on me so dont want the hastle of all that again.

Its this kind of event that makes me put things into balance - what a joke

Thats wrong! RK's aren't illegal at all. You can be removed from the premises you are using it on and be told you are not welcome, but arrested, thats not right!

Thing about it is mate there the police and think they have the right to arrest you for what they want.Then later just simply release you without charge