Unexpected Good FortuneTravelling through Seattle a good 15 years ago, I remembered an old friend I used to blow up Action Men with. We were bored, nothing to lose , so I looked him up in the phonebook. He was the only one of that name in there. "Come and stay," goes he.
Me and my mates were living in a car at that point so a bed was a novelty. After searching for a while, we rock up to a very posh mansion on Puget Sound with its own Helipad. "Come flying," goes he.
Has your luck held out recently?
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chthonic, Thu 14 Sep 2006, 18:43)
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Schadenfruede in the casinoAfter a particularly torrid session on the Guinness and Jameson's, I somehow found myself in Southport casino at 2am, blind drunk.
I'd spent all my money, but fortunately there was an ATM in the casino! How clever of them. My bank balance was about £200 shy of my overdraft limit, with over a week to go until payday. I drew out £100, sat at the blackjack table, and lost it all in approximately 10 minutes.
No matter, thinks my brain from within its comfy pool of alcohol, I've still got another £100 available! I'll just win it back!
And so I pulled out another £100, bringing myself right up to my overdraft limit and returned to the blackjack table, where the croupier was already visibly smirking.
Down to £20 after about 5 minutes, my prospects looked bleak. I had already mentioned, in somewhat slurred fashion, that I'd just drawn out every last penny I had available - the pit staff seemed to be enjoying my concerned look. Smug gits.
I first realised that I was doing quite well when I was asked by a visibly grumpy pit boss to change my £5 chips for £25 chips, as the table had almost run out of £5s. Two hours later the casino closed, and I walked out with about a grand in my arse pocket, a smug grin on my face, and left no tip.
(, Sun 17 Sep 2006, 7:48, Reply)
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