
pub banning the saga continues
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Very, very funny....cool wrote:re Nils Satis post 01/June
OPERATION CRITERION
1pm : Took up observational duties in the Crosses Corner opposite as well as playing games warehouse.
1-2.15 : Walked around Windsor playing few machines in case the scumbag phoned up others to spread untrue tales.
2.15 breached defences going into pub and ordering diet coke, onto Open machine without landlord in sight.Noticed person sitting nxt to machine on mobile in the process of transferring over his car insurance to another insurer.
2.20 when answered question where did you live he answered 'in the flat above pub as I am the landlord' . Cue jaws type music.Made a decision to extract as much as I could in minimum time .
2.45 Landlord still on phone.Pressed collect and the noise of the coins sounded like a jet taking off.The person on the other end must have asked him what the hell the noise was.He replied 'I dont believe it somebody has just scammed MY machine! Amazing how he knew this as he had his back to me throughout the time I played.
2.50 waited for him to get off the phone so that I could tell him that I did it for my pal Nil Satis and that he should expect further visits from a baying horde of fruit machine chatters,but he wouldnt get off the phone.
The moral of the story is changing your insurance company doesnt always save you money!
FRUIT MACHINE CHAT 1 UNSCRUPULOUS LANDLORD 0
I was asked/ordered to leave a pub after one game on Thursday. The landlord was behind me so I guess I should have deliberately fudged my play. After a fiver on Word Soup (it was an un-updated Paragon) he gave me my marching orders. "Half a Coke* and you empty my machine!" Venue was the Saucy Kettle in Surbiton. Landlord looked like he'd been in a Guy Ritchie film, probably under the name 'Stan the Stabber'.
*In fairness, I had asked for "a Coke". It was his decision to give me a half.
*In fairness, I had asked for "a Coke". It was his decision to give me a half.
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in fact Ive just phoned him.Its totally true! He used the term stripping his machine , 'its his right', 'its for regulars only' and he had the audacity 'not to drink his drink'.
I told him he wasnt being very ethical and he couldnt see why.He's not rough but thick obviously.
To be fair he wasnt abusive but surprised at my knowledge of the incident.
Even the donuts who defend landlords rights should baulk at being barred for winning £5 although Ive been barred from pubs before Ive even got over the threshold and once got barred for winning £5 on a crystal maze.
I told him he wasnt being very ethical and he couldnt see why.He's not rough but thick obviously.
To be fair he wasnt abusive but surprised at my knowledge of the incident.
Even the donuts who defend landlords rights should baulk at being barred for winning £5 although Ive been barred from pubs before Ive even got over the threshold and once got barred for winning £5 on a crystal maze.
How much did the coke cost?ggdr wrote:I was asked/ordered to leave a pub after one game on Thursday. The landlord was behind me so I guess I should have deliberately fudged my play. After a fiver on Word Soup (it was an un-updated Paragon) he gave me my marching orders. "Half a Coke* and you empty my machine!" Venue was the Saucy Kettle in Surbiton. Landlord looked like he'd been in a Guy Ritchie film, probably under the name 'Stan the Stabber'.
*In fairness, I had asked for "a Coke". It was his decision to give me a half.
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i went to exactly two pubs today in rural berkshire.
at the first place i went to, i really needed some food but the chef was ill so i had to make do with the service station's (vegetarian) steak pasty but this pub had a machine which had caught my eye. anyhow, when i went back to the same boozer afterwards for a cheeky pint, the landlord was friendly enough to serve me a pint of filthy, flat, eggy fosters.
now you can't drink that but you can make your money back on the SWP. so i did.
meanwhile, this grumpy oaf was ignoring customers and watching me. every so often i would catch his eye in the machine's mirror and he'd pretend to serve one of his drunkards. so i thought, sod it, he served me a dreadful pint from a fœtid cellar, i'm gonna take the piss too.
so collect and let the coins make a racket.
"f**k off now, don't come back"
suits me.
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the other pub was about a mile down the road. it is a charming old boozer with a canine doorman who looked and sniffed me up and down when i opened the door. i'm a sucker for pubs with dogs and this was a stately chocolate labrador. (a bit later a very elderly alsatian crept downstairs too). and the beer was very good.
anyhow, same machine, similar result but when i had to leave, i felt a bit bad to have made a few quid. i thanked the publican for his hospitality and he congratulated me for winning.
the big teddy's name won't be Istenem.
at the first place i went to, i really needed some food but the chef was ill so i had to make do with the service station's (vegetarian) steak pasty but this pub had a machine which had caught my eye. anyhow, when i went back to the same boozer afterwards for a cheeky pint, the landlord was friendly enough to serve me a pint of filthy, flat, eggy fosters.
now you can't drink that but you can make your money back on the SWP. so i did.
meanwhile, this grumpy oaf was ignoring customers and watching me. every so often i would catch his eye in the machine's mirror and he'd pretend to serve one of his drunkards. so i thought, sod it, he served me a dreadful pint from a fœtid cellar, i'm gonna take the piss too.
so collect and let the coins make a racket.
"f**k off now, don't come back"
suits me.
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the other pub was about a mile down the road. it is a charming old boozer with a canine doorman who looked and sniffed me up and down when i opened the door. i'm a sucker for pubs with dogs and this was a stately chocolate labrador. (a bit later a very elderly alsatian crept downstairs too). and the beer was very good.
anyhow, same machine, similar result but when i had to leave, i felt a bit bad to have made a few quid. i thanked the publican for his hospitality and he congratulated me for winning.
the big teddy's name won't be Istenem.
nobody ever wins on those things.
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I live there! First bad story I've heard from that town. I'm awful at quizzers but I'll try my best when I'm next aboutggdr wrote:I was asked/ordered to leave a pub after one game on Thursday. The landlord was behind me so I guess I should have deliberately fudged my play. After a fiver on Word Soup (it was an un-updated Paragon) he gave me my marching orders. "Half a Coke* and you empty my machine!" Venue was the Saucy Kettle in Surbiton. Landlord looked like he'd been in a Guy Ritchie film, probably under the name 'Stan the Stabber'.
*In fairness, I had asked for "a Coke". It was his decision to give me a half.