Great story, respect to you for that.maverick69 wrote:i remember one place in leeds...just played a dig it and there all shouting get the drinks in mate get the drinks in. Then this bloke stood in front of the door....as i was leaving. ur not leaving without buying me a pint. i said how about i play u a frame of pool if i win ...i come back in here every week and play that machine and u say nothing. if u win i will buy everyone in the bar a drink and never come back. i ended up 8 balling him cutting the black off the middle of the back cushon into the left pocket. I still bought him a pint...and after that i got him one every visit and they all been fine with me since then. sometimes u gotta think on ur feet. i still see him now...they even had a bankers bonus i was emptying. for a good few weeks
In the Alien pub I would have left as soon as he asked if I was there for the machines. Just can't be fucked with that sort of hassle. One pub I used to go to was a right hell hole, and it was quickly a bit funny in there, especially with the rough as fuck locals pissheads, but everytime I did the fruit i'd put anything up to a tenner in the charity tin, which was a local initiative raising money so a 3 year old could get specialist care. It got to the point where the same locals would be cheering me on.
Still got banned though, but it was a nice barring.