Sorry for sounding sarcastic, it's just me being zany.
I own a £5 Flashback, hence all the guff about that, my skills aren't subliminal but I do like taking on reel matches on £5 DONDeys.
Also, all fruit machines are permanently dead(*) around here, so you don't see blizzard serii. Not ever. I fear it is because of this dreadful Payne character, who at first I thought he sounded like a villain in a Dicken's novel, but now it appears he is real, as I have not seen thou winnest a blizzard serii for an age young Sir.
MEGA TIP: When on 20p play on DOND £5 £4 £reels, take reel match if the bell is right on the right. Simply stop bell, match up the slow bell and you will have four bells. What does 4 bells give you? £5*2, nope 'frayed knot just a mega stroke for £6.60
Or £6.80
(*) Apart from the temporarily happy ones.
I think Payney does work at Somerfields, but he does something technical, like making sure all the telephones are working. Something to do with comms. Or dot coms. Or sitting in the common room doing the crossword.
I'll pass on the Avon location ta. Family days out, boating past the RSC, bumping heads on low beams in Hathaway's cottage. Bah. Getting randomly heckled by stand up comedians in the park. Jesus. I thought I'd lost my car keys, what the feck was I supposed to do? Laugh? For Pete's sake. Anyway, he wasn't even funny, but the crowd thought so. Morons. Bet he was Mark Payne's brother.
Some character called Extreme Edward has kindly pm'd me another Vortii location in my home town of.....ahem......ov.... Apparently there was a dangerous landlady who had the reflexes of Linford Christie off the starting blocks. I've given her two months to calm down, so might pop in soon to see if it's safe.
There were loads of Vortii in Chester a while back, one in the Barley Mow opposite the sex shop, but it looked a bit cliquey for a chain pub. OK if you're drinking, but not for popping in and drinking a bit and playing. Sign on the door about popping in to use the toilet for free, says something like please come in and use our toilet for free. Everyone welcome, apart from Mark Payne who must buy the barman a drink, or a drink and cheeseburger if he wishes to partake in a number two.
Anyway, I've sent this Pyney a love letter, to bury the hatchet. It should keep things sweet and leave a few low hanging red toggles for the taking.
On a serious note, his absence on the board indicates a definite presence of an emptier, or hoomptier as the proper boys would say when referring to an hoomptier. A brand spanking new hoomptier. Also he is sending us all on a wild goose chase around the skirts of Chester looking for pictures of him next to treasure troves.
This implies the hooomptier is based elsewhere and whilst we're all driving around the ring road, trying to work out what Newarke is, he's laughing his socks off all the way to the bank.
Poodletip!