Biggest opportunity I've blownNot Alan Partridge tells us: "I was once offered the chance to co-present a programme on national radio. Audience of millions, but blew up spectacularly, my entire contribution being the rustling of paper in the background. I was that bad, I have since burned my copy of the pilot show." Tell us about your big break, and how you messed it up.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 3 Apr 2014, 14:22)
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It really is an addiction, isn't it?I came across some poor kid who had snapped the chain on his ratty looking motorbike a while back. He said he was going to go and get another one from a dealer right the other side of London, but as it was after 5pm, they might be closed before he got there.
I was passing there on my way home, said I'd give him a lift on my motorbike (saving him a torturous hour plus journey on the tube), and he declined, saying he had to get to the bookies to make a bet before they closed.
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Yer - a mate of mine got to the point where he reckoned it cost him about £30 for a pint, as he'd spend the time on the fruities.I don't really get it - it seems like a waste of money to me.
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Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 4 Apr 2014, 13:53,
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It is profoundly depressingI had a mate staying on my sofa who had basically burned every other bridge and resource left to him as he'd lost his job, he was selling coke down the pub and he'd ripped everyone there off by taking their money one night and not turning up with the goods.
One night we went down another pub and he had about a tenner to his name. He bought a pint and then put the other £6 into the fruit machine. Amazingly, he hit the jackpot and collected about £30 from it. Then I watched him feed all £30 back into the machine and he left the pub with nothing.
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emvee cruor deo cruoris, Fri 4 Apr 2014, 13:57,
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YepI was in a pub once with a couple of mates and one of them spotted a man in a camel-hair jacket, whom it turned out he knew vaguely; I think they'd been colleagues at a previous job or something. This guy just stood in front of the fruit machine feeding in pound coins with a movement every bit as robotic as the machine in front of him, without any sign of emotion, for the entire time we were in there. He apparently did the same thing every weekend, and spent an average of £80 an evening purely on the fruit machine.
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.Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Fri 4 Apr 2014, 14:55,
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