JG stumbled into The Demmerz, just putting this here for saf

[JG]

e keeping he said.

Some of the videos may be lame, but I'll admit I've watched some of these and never thought the people responsible were sad. They may be obsessional, hell 500 videos in such a short space of time, someone has been busy, but each to their own.
At the end of the day we're all obsessives. Think about it, we're all here because at some point in our lives we've been suckered in by the flashing lights and the appeal of £3+a repeat chance.
The thing is none of this is normal. Imagine you're on a quiz show and as part of the introductions you're asked what are your hobbies?
If you say 'playing football', fantastic, it's healthy, a very popular sport, a subject of many conversations, well done! you're normal!
If you say 'fruit machines', oh dear, oh no, you obviously have no self control, you lose money for enjoyment and have a dysfunctional personality. Oh dear, what a freak, what a wierdo! Get a life for f***'s sake!

There is of course an exception. The James Bond. The Q. The mysterious. The shady character, slipping from pub to pub, the knowledge, the know how, the gambler, the cad, the bounder, the maverick. Someone like Gary Chandler would fit this description.

At school you always used to get the nerdy kids who liked those role playing games. They'd go around with thick glasses and peculiar voices, unashamed of the fact that they dressed up as a pixie at the weekends. The thing was, they seemed genuinely happy. I would feel self conscious dressed as a pixie, perhaps that is an issue I have to come to terms with. I'm just booking myself in for some hypnotherapy now, as we speak.

To cut a long story short, we're all a bit wierd. We've all liked fruit machines in their purest form at some time. That is hours of ill gotten pleasure sticking coins into slots, blanking out the inalienable truth that we'll be walking home potless and sick as a pig. It was a lovely, naive, innocent pleasure, a peculiar cocktail of entertaining and frustrating. Now many look back with sageness and smiley wisely at their youthful folly. For others the hate, the vitriol and the venom still burn passionately.

Sub normality is generally regarded as a bad thing. In terms of pack survival this is true. The unusual members of the pack are often singled out by predators and devoured. This is basic survival instinct. This very thread is proof that this concept is still in existence.

It is safe to be 'normal' and castigate the freaky wierdo nutjobs posting their fruit machine videos. Look at the freaks! Let them be thrown to the wild wood where they will get their guts torn out by Chelsea supporters and hungry elephants. Let them be trampled by grumpy Anteaters and savaged by ravenous normal people all reading the Daily Mail and driving their Landrover Sprouts.

Gordon James Ramsay, OBE, (born November 8, 1966) is a chef, television personality and restaurateur. He has been awarded a total of 12 Michelin Stars, and in 2007 became one of only three chefs in the United Kingdom to hold three Michelin stars at one time. Ramsay currently ranks 2nd in the world in terms of Michelin Stars behind Alain Ducasse.

Ramsay is known in the United Kingdom for presenting TV programmes about competitive cookery and food.

Anyway, enough about Gordon Ramsey for fuck's sake, that is not the issue here, although some of you seem to think it is.

In essence some of the videos are lame, some are more interesting. Which of you oldies didn't like Castle Corner at night? eh? Who didn't enjoy watching crazybar777 getting a £25 roll from a £5 Bullseye thing? Who didn't enjoy the winstopper sound effects on the 500th video of someone or other? Who didn't enjoy seeing PMK's monkey paying out?

There we go. Methods. Result. Discussion. Summary. Weather. Gordon Ramsey. Football results and now the concussion. Ouch.

Concussion.

In short. To cut to the quick. Long story, reduced in length. Quick synopsis.

Altharic, you love these bloomin' videos really, stop pretending you don't because you do and if you don't admit to that then you better give me your mobile number and I'll phone you up from a call box somewhere and say "Now just look here! You better watch this video of Crazy Bar putting a crazy pound in Crazy fruits and winning some Crazy money! Bloop! I'm crazy!"

Nails, stop pretending you don't like these videos. You're a secret subscriber to nearly all of them and when it's quiet and Brighton Bob has busted badly on the B3s in your bookies/arcade then you load up your computer and check out the latest on Youtube.

Each to their own. And relax. Bloop!

[mr lugsy]

there's more money to be made from these videos than the hopper contents.
for instance we have product placement..............now if i was a marketing mush from wkd ,i would be interested in the association of "skillz" with my blue stuff ,or even the outlandish claim that wkd could "pay the billz",would suffice.

even an edited together d.v.d selection of uncle J.G's favourite bloopers, where the creme of the playing community comically suck out on various chipped puggies,to the music of "that band" that only gets hits because of their convenient name.one for the player "who has everything"at christmas.

these are just a couple of suggestions maybe some one could come up with some better ones?

on a downside though , if i was doing full broadcast myself routine ,i'd want to keep my face hidden,not just to avoid glare from my baldy bonce,but to preserve anoniminonimity.........................after all you don't want gary pettengel to start posting your magic moments on his site,do you?

[harry2]

How I wish my mother hadn't given me five pennies to play the machines at Weymouth as a five year old. It was so long ago you actually pulled a handle. If I had lost I would have given up, but I won. Trying to beat the system ever since.

Nil desperandum.