Childhood Gamling
Back when I was about 9 years old my family decided to splash out on a lavish holiday. What a dream come true!

Surely my parents would plan a holiday of epic proportions. Sun, sand, sea, theme parks and unlimited ice cream! I could barely contain myself.

Alas the destination was finally revealed unto me as GREAT Yarmouth!!!

Enough back-story… on to the gambling. As a part of this no expense spared ‘can barely contain my pre-pubescent (lack-of) happy juice’ experience my dad took me to the arcades and gave me one pound sterling. Breaking this down into a pot of 2p coins I felt like a rich man. A feeling which multiplied with the cascades of coins falling from the hypnotic sliding shelves.

I’m winning dad, look at me I’m fucking winning, aren’t you proud? I must have at least £1.50 by now! In my excitement I had almost emptied my pot, not having the time to reach down to collect the fruits of my labour. I risk a quick glance to evaluate whether I lunge for a handful of coins before its time to insert the next coin.

“What are you doing?” I enquire of the lady playing on the machine next to me. She is bent down fishing around in her tray, with her other hand sneakily pilfering coins from mine next to it. The pikey thieving scum was stealing 2p coins from a child.

Noticing my objection my dad cuts in and confronts the woman, demanding my money back. She handed over about three 2p coins from her overflowing pot and bolted.

And that ladies and gentleman is how I lost a small fortune through gambling.
(Fluffy_Giblets, Thu 7 May 2009, 15:01, 3 replies)

That is
truly low. How sad.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Thu 7 May 2009, 15:03, closed)

Very Sad
However I am ashamed to say that this is not surprising.

I don't live in Great Yarmouth, but 30 odd miles away is close enough.
(porkinator is a Rock n Roll nerd!, Thu 7 May 2009, 15:07, closed)

HAHAHA
she saw you coming mate, easy target!
(Sir General ***WoW***, Sat 9 May 2009, 7:51, closed)