Rock Around the Clock - 100% bonfire fodder
Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 1:50 pm
Haven't posted for a bit, but I was so appalled by this machine that I had to have a rant.
After getting a couple of £50 tops on some Red's around my way I was in a reasonably upbeat mood and had some time to kill, so after putting a few quid through this vivid offering (which was backing and seemed to be playing pretty well), I thought I'd put my prejudices aside and go for a force. Of course in hindsight, ramming a broken pint glass into my face would have been a less painful experience.
After £90 of what can only be described as the most soul-destroying dog shit I have witnessed for years, this hellish machine finally had the decency to offer me £12 on the cash trail. Funnily enough this didn't strike me as a particularly good deal. Eventually I was forced to leave in a hurry, which was (bizzarely) probably for the best as JP still appeared to be miles off, and I've seen modern vivids give a flat £25 more times than I care to mention.
Obviously I can only blame myself for this travesty, but what in JESUS CHRIST'S NAME are the programmers at Vivid thinking when they produce this crap? I would rather have recycled £3 through a Bellfruit for a solid 30 minutes than endure this horror show.
I left the pub honestly wanting to murder someone, it wasn't the size of the loss, just the manner in which I'd lost it. It felt like I'd just stood there gormlessly pumping pound after pound into a big metal box labelled 'LANDLORDS HOLIDAY FUND'. Needless to say I won't be playing one of these again in a hurry......although I do intend to vandalise it every time I'm in that pub until the god-forsaken thing dissapears.
That is all.
After getting a couple of £50 tops on some Red's around my way I was in a reasonably upbeat mood and had some time to kill, so after putting a few quid through this vivid offering (which was backing and seemed to be playing pretty well), I thought I'd put my prejudices aside and go for a force. Of course in hindsight, ramming a broken pint glass into my face would have been a less painful experience.
After £90 of what can only be described as the most soul-destroying dog shit I have witnessed for years, this hellish machine finally had the decency to offer me £12 on the cash trail. Funnily enough this didn't strike me as a particularly good deal. Eventually I was forced to leave in a hurry, which was (bizzarely) probably for the best as JP still appeared to be miles off, and I've seen modern vivids give a flat £25 more times than I care to mention.
Obviously I can only blame myself for this travesty, but what in JESUS CHRIST'S NAME are the programmers at Vivid thinking when they produce this crap? I would rather have recycled £3 through a Bellfruit for a solid 30 minutes than endure this horror show.
I left the pub honestly wanting to murder someone, it wasn't the size of the loss, just the manner in which I'd lost it. It felt like I'd just stood there gormlessly pumping pound after pound into a big metal box labelled 'LANDLORDS HOLIDAY FUND'. Needless to say I won't be playing one of these again in a hurry......although I do intend to vandalise it every time I'm in that pub until the god-forsaken thing dissapears.
That is all.