having my 4times a year card game tomoz night ,
we take it in turn to deal , and you can deal whatever game you want , , , , , it mostly ends up being 3card brag or poker though , with a chinky orderd during the night and plenty of drinks etc.
6 of us confirmd so far ( 4 leics. 2norwich)
pm or phone me if you want in .
no spectators alowed
and win or lose , its frownd upon if you dont bring a grand to the table .
starts about 7pm to 5am
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when i say frowned on ,,,,,,,, i meen ,,,,,,
at the very start of the game ,,,,,,,,,,, we agree a set in stone finish time
and all players must continue to play till that time ,,,,, this is to ensure that everyone has ample time to try to get their money back,,,,,,,,,, so it would be frowned upon if you were to leave the game early ,,,,,, other than leaving early because you've lost a grand which is fair enough .
its a friendly game , with a great bunch of laid back people , and in order to keep it friendly ,when a hand gets down to only 2players left ,,,,,,, you can see your blind opponent .
we have to have this rule because a cpl of people at the table are near on millionaire's .and could simply buy out every pot .
but because their rich they will sometimes bet huge amounts on shit cards , which gives shrewd players real chances at stealing decent pots.
its not unusual for me n tracy to leave the table at the end of the night a few grand richer, but we have on a bad night left £1500 down .
so im not quite the king of discipline that i often make myself out to be.
i am with fruits ,,,,,,,,,, but 3card and poker is an out and out gamble .
any takers ?
lee.
ps ' does anyone else have any semi- regular card schools ???
at the very start of the game ,,,,,,,,,,, we agree a set in stone finish time
and all players must continue to play till that time ,,,,, this is to ensure that everyone has ample time to try to get their money back,,,,,,,,,, so it would be frowned upon if you were to leave the game early ,,,,,, other than leaving early because you've lost a grand which is fair enough .
its a friendly game , with a great bunch of laid back people , and in order to keep it friendly ,when a hand gets down to only 2players left ,,,,,,, you can see your blind opponent .
we have to have this rule because a cpl of people at the table are near on millionaire's .and could simply buy out every pot .
but because their rich they will sometimes bet huge amounts on shit cards , which gives shrewd players real chances at stealing decent pots.
its not unusual for me n tracy to leave the table at the end of the night a few grand richer, but we have on a bad night left £1500 down .
so im not quite the king of discipline that i often make myself out to be.
i am with fruits ,,,,,,,,,, but 3card and poker is an out and out gamble .
any takers ?
lee.
ps ' does anyone else have any semi- regular card schools ???
Little discipline = BIG issue
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Lock Stock and Two smokin' rockets!
**WARNING CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE**
This 'ere is Nudgeman, so called because of his amazing skill in the arcades, pubs, service stations, bowling alleys any f*cking place that has a slot machine, he's in there nudging out the jackpot and lining his pockets. He's a king of bandits, don't take no notice of those other king ding ring sting rumours either, he's a true pro and his only gambling problem is that his pockets are too small to accommodate his bulging wallet.
Check this geeza out, he's also a king, but a king of a different land. The LFBO or Licensed fucking betting office as it's known. He's a shwredy on the track and off the track, he has his own horse. He's called Dobbin and he rocks backwards and forwards on these wooden rockers.....I'm fucking kiddin', this geeza here, is only the fucking Horse Racing King, so called, as most bookies go strangely hoarse and lose their voice when he asks for their custom. He's got more naps than Rip Van fucking Winkle and you better take this tip, lock the doors, shut down the counter and send the tally man to pack up the car if you're a bookie and he's walking down your street, even the fucking Betfair exchange crashes when he so much as steps into an Internet cafe. He's so confident of today's nap, he has remortgaged his house, all £500,000 worth.
Hold on, who's this charming young man with a pretty young blonde on his shoulder? Fuck me, cut the power to the bingo halls, it's only Buddylove and Winning babe, these two seem like they've just stepped in something whilst picking a whole load of four leaf clovers from a field of gold. He's only got his Nokia out AGAIN and what's he filming now? A full screen of Rainbow Riches, for Christ's sake we didn't want to see that, show us a fleeting shot of her boobies! Christ's sake man, can't you edit this thing properly? Anyway legend has it this pair live under the end of the rainbow, if you need positivity, good cheer and a healthy dose of luck, dial this duo up and you'll get it in fucking bucketloads. Need some proof? Look at those strips! There's the strips! The strips of cash of course.
Then there's the star of the show. You may think it's Catweazle walking along with some sticky pans in tow, but this is no ordinary mild eccentric waltzing along the most fashionable parts of London playing at parlour games. Landlords run scared, switching off their Itboxes and paragons. Do you think thesaurus? they ask, worried that his lexicographical power may blitz in a quick thubbletumptioliciouqzqzqjzzziddlyQsquiddgqely on their Word Up Box. Hold on, I haven't thown gratuitous expletives into the mix for quite a while, fuck, fuck, fucking fuck fuc....
<<VRRRRRRRRRRRP>> record scratch noise
Nudgeman: "You what? We've got Istenem? Are you kidding you moron? I said get Poker Pete. Yeah P-o-k-e-r Pete....duuurr....clues in the fucking name numnuts, he's good at poker and this is a fucking card school"
HRK: "Nudgeman, calm yourself boy, no card school North of Narborough will allow that Poker Pete to take a seat. His reputation will blow us out the water, it's a few businessman having a casual knock around with the deck, not $4000 blind No limit Hold 'em at the Bicycle casino with Dave the Devilfish."
Nudgeman; "yeah, but fu*king Istenem, what the f*ck does he know about cards?"
HRK: "Well he can spell c-a-r-d for a start and....."
Nudgeman: "Yeah I bet he can spell m-u-g you mug as well, them Leicester boys will clean us out and them Norwich boys, well they'll have all the aces between their thumb and their thumb and their other thumb.
PMK: "Oi! I heard that Nudgeman" an angry PMK cried out, flinging the nearest heavy item, a large notice board in the Nudgecave across to Nudgeman, alas it bounced off a jagged rock and it landed up in Winningbabe's direction.
Winningbabe" "Ow! What was that?"
Buddylove4000: "Big board, big board that was a big board. Get the fuck in there."
HRK: "The point is, Istenem is a literary genius, but his talent doesn't stop there. I think he is every bit as esteemed in other fields."
Nudgeman: "Well he had better fucking be hadn't he? 'cos we've got £250 sheets each riding on this baby."
The Leicester school of cards was one of the meanest in the business. You had to have at least a fucking grand to sit down at the table, it wasn't like playing Newmarket with yer Aunty Mable with 16p sitting on the King of Spades, oh no fucking ho ho, no, this was not that kind of card school. This was proper gambling with a bit of banter and a few gentleman's agreements. Fact was there was no room for skinflints and the small change brigade, you want to gamble, you go and fucking gamble son, but you'll need at least a grand.
Nudeman dialled the number....0 1 1 6 .........xxxxxx
A voice answered, it was H2 the Hatchet
"Yes?"
"I've got the money. All £1000 of it. It took me ages to save. Istenem had to spell Flibbledibblyocious in a parlour game, Buddy and Winningbabe finally got a gold down Hemsby and I've been putting in the hours on Zero roulette"
"Well you either got it or you ain't"
and click, down went the phone.
The black cab pulled up outside. Time to clean up. Despite Nudgeman's reservations, the group was quietly optimistic. Yes, they wanted Poker Pete in that seat, but then they all wanted to see Prince Philip Moonwalk, alas sometimes you had to keep your feet on the ground, well that's what they said to Prince Philip anyway.
"Can you spell 'positive expectation'?" barked Nudgeman sarcastically in Istenem's face?
"In Mandarin Chinese, Arabic and Greek if you'd like" quipped the eccentric face of the operation.
"I hope you're as good at cards as you are at smarmy quips"
"Indeed my good fellow. You don't want to even imagine how many words I spelt out to get this £250. It would break my heart to lose it, I may not be Poker Pete but I have a Jeugen observational profile that suggests I'm a strong cards player and the on line/real life statistics to back this up. Relax"
"What did I tell ya Fudgeman?" teased HRK
"You said, remortgage your house and get on Three legged Lenny in the 2:15 at Chepstow"
Buddylove whipped out his N95....."Alright, alright, alright, ladies, ladies, cool it......look.....check out these videos of this £5 Mega Streak on a Beat the Banker.......big sheets......hey look there's Winning Babe's elbow......Winning Babe......it does a £4 cash or bust next but the batteries run out.......sports fans"
The black cab had pulled up in the mystery location.
No sooner had the entourage stepped out the cab than someone called George from Ashby was seemingly flung from a backdoor near a Blockbuster video.
"Give me my money back you arseholes! That was 42 locations worth! Give me my money!"
"Are any of the games this card school plays based around words?" asked a worried Nudgeman
"Turn it in already! They'll be spelling bankrupt with pennies before the night is out...."
They walked into Blockbuster and up to the spoddy kid behind the counter.
"The Blue Bear prowls around Moscow at 5am"
"On DVD or Blu-Ray?"
"Eh? No listen. The Blue Bear prowls around Moscow at 5am"
"I'm sorry that's not on general release yet"
"No, no, you're not getting it. I'm here for y'know...the cards..."
"You want to become members?"
Nudgeman started to lose patience
"LISTEN. I'M HERE FOR THE LEICESTER CARD SCHOOL. OK?"
"Oh, why didn't you say, what was that shit about blue bears?"
At that point there was a hollow laugh and a sinister voice cackled over the Tannoy
"Muhahahaha, so green behind the ears you'd think the Incredible Hulk was here to play cards. Muhahahahah, the new ones always fall for that one, talking of falling....."
KERRRRLUNK
The floor disappeared beneath them and it all went black.
Buddy woke up first.
"Yaaawwwwn. That was a MEGA SLEEP"
Then Istenem.
"Is this the parlour?"
Then Nudgeman
"Bloopety blippety what hapenned?"
Then HRK
"I think we're the favourites to get skinned, this don't look good"
Up above them was a single 20 watt lightbulb, protruding from the wall and above that, they could see nothing but darkness. A single grimy door lay ahead and was locked. Around them were various implements of torture.
It was then that the solemn footsteps could be heard the other side of the door. An eerie voice spoke out, filling the clingy, damp void of darkness.
"I. AM TRAYHOP. BEFORE YOU ENTER, I MUST ASK YOU ONE QUESTION FOR YOU TO PASS."
There was a stunned silence.
"DO YOU ALL LIKE CHINKY KEBABS?"
"Err yeah"
"Yes."
"Get the fuck in there!"
"They'll do, although I'd expected to be treated like royalty, not some bogey monster, what are all these torture implements?"
"Yeah sorry about the peculiar entrance, they're just replicas from various Marvel comics, there was something wrong with the lock on the front door, this was the only way in, do you want to come up now? Make yourselves at home, you can leave all your magnets, long sleeved shirts and mirrors down here though gents, only kidding, bring 'em up, come and meet the other lads........you have ALL got a grand each to bring to the table haven't you?"
"Well errr no here's the thing, me, HRK and buddlylove and winning babe, we're not cards players, we thought we could come up and support our main player here Istenem, in his quest to bankrupt Leicester...and a good part of Norwhich.."
"No worries, but I'm afraid your sponsers will have to go on the PS3 in the other room whilst the card school is in progress......"
"Not a problem, make sure they read 'em and weep Isty"
"Yeah get the fuck in there boy!"
"Don't get pipped at the post, or we'll be posting you back to London in a body bag"
"No need for that HRK you loon, come on up, the PS3 is ready and there's beer in the fridge and some prawn crackers if you've got the munchies, don't trip over those jeans, massive pockets on them, ASDAs finest...."
And so the card night began, with our man Istenem taking charge of winning some loot. Maybe he did know when to hold 'em, when to fold 'em and when to spell supercalifragilisticexpialidocious backwards to distract his opponent. Maybe he didn't? Who cares, the game progressed happily into the night, the Chinky kebabs going down a treat.
At sometime past 5am, they bedded down and snoozed off, having a long well earnt sleep.
Nudgeman was the first to wake up, it was gone 2pm, what a sleep! he flicked on the TV to see if anything decent was on first before considering going to the kitchen to raid the foodstores. There was some racing on the TV, the 47" LCD LG TV with tallboy(TM) speakers.
The pounding bass of the hooves played merry havoc with his head, but not as much as the commentary....
"It's Red Rum now on the outside followed by Champion the Wonder Horse followed by Three Legged Lenny making a break on the final furlong, it's Three legged Lenny going all the way in second place, now neck and neck for the finish and Three Legged Lenny, the rank 100-1 outsider pips Red Rum at the finish followed by Champion The Wonderhorse in third."
"Muhahaha!" cackled Luke Wilton aka HRK, "This time next quarter then lads? If you like I'll host it in one of my hundred houses. Sweet. You're all loons. BLOOP! See ya later........"
It was back to the cave for Nudgeman, back to Hemsby for Buddylove and Winningbabe and back to Word Games for Istenem.
"So, they took you for a mug did they Isty?"
"Not exactly, when it was my turn to deal, I dealt a mean hand of Scrabble, they didn't stand a chance, those Leicester boys didn't even get a look in, we made a packet!"
"Well if HRK was now not scampering off into the sunset, a multi-millionaire, he'd congratulate you and make me eat my words, looks like you're the star of the show."
"Oh no, modesty forbids me from taking much of the credit. It was all down to Winningbabe's feminine wiles, she soon had the Leicester boys dying to play a round of Scrabble. So to recap, HRK gave us the nap of the century, I played a mean game of Scrabble, Buddylove brought along Winningbabe who duped all the Leicester boys and made them play into our hands.....remind me......what's your part in all this Nudgeman?"
"Well errr......I......errrr......I'll get me coat.....I mean cape.....I'll get me cape and I'll write it up on Fruitchat."
"You do that Nudgeman, you do that. Oh, if you need any help with spelling...."
"Yes?"
"Just use your spellchecker you caped crankpot"
With that we leave our intrepid gamblers as they emerge into the light of Leicester and proceed, mostly in a Southerly direction to get back home.
The Leicester boys went out and burnt every machine from Northants to Knutsford to Notts to cover their losses. Nudgeman decided card schools weren't quite his thing but that he must eat more Chinky kebabs, Istenem was made chief word games co-ordinator at Games Warehouse.
And
Buddy Love and Winning Babe got a £15 streak on BWBs the Blues Boys down in Skegness which they have now framed and posted above the YouTube fireplace.
THE END.
As for the card school, I'll pass. I'll stick with Newmarket, Aunty Mabel, the odd mega 86p pot on Sevens when everyone else is knocking and of course the odd £5 stt on line poker game. Hope you enjoyed the story though.
**WARNING CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE**
This 'ere is Nudgeman, so called because of his amazing skill in the arcades, pubs, service stations, bowling alleys any f*cking place that has a slot machine, he's in there nudging out the jackpot and lining his pockets. He's a king of bandits, don't take no notice of those other king ding ring sting rumours either, he's a true pro and his only gambling problem is that his pockets are too small to accommodate his bulging wallet.
Check this geeza out, he's also a king, but a king of a different land. The LFBO or Licensed fucking betting office as it's known. He's a shwredy on the track and off the track, he has his own horse. He's called Dobbin and he rocks backwards and forwards on these wooden rockers.....I'm fucking kiddin', this geeza here, is only the fucking Horse Racing King, so called, as most bookies go strangely hoarse and lose their voice when he asks for their custom. He's got more naps than Rip Van fucking Winkle and you better take this tip, lock the doors, shut down the counter and send the tally man to pack up the car if you're a bookie and he's walking down your street, even the fucking Betfair exchange crashes when he so much as steps into an Internet cafe. He's so confident of today's nap, he has remortgaged his house, all £500,000 worth.
Hold on, who's this charming young man with a pretty young blonde on his shoulder? Fuck me, cut the power to the bingo halls, it's only Buddylove and Winning babe, these two seem like they've just stepped in something whilst picking a whole load of four leaf clovers from a field of gold. He's only got his Nokia out AGAIN and what's he filming now? A full screen of Rainbow Riches, for Christ's sake we didn't want to see that, show us a fleeting shot of her boobies! Christ's sake man, can't you edit this thing properly? Anyway legend has it this pair live under the end of the rainbow, if you need positivity, good cheer and a healthy dose of luck, dial this duo up and you'll get it in fucking bucketloads. Need some proof? Look at those strips! There's the strips! The strips of cash of course.
Then there's the star of the show. You may think it's Catweazle walking along with some sticky pans in tow, but this is no ordinary mild eccentric waltzing along the most fashionable parts of London playing at parlour games. Landlords run scared, switching off their Itboxes and paragons. Do you think thesaurus? they ask, worried that his lexicographical power may blitz in a quick thubbletumptioliciouqzqzqjzzziddlyQsquiddgqely on their Word Up Box. Hold on, I haven't thown gratuitous expletives into the mix for quite a while, fuck, fuck, fucking fuck fuc....
<<VRRRRRRRRRRRP>> record scratch noise
Nudgeman: "You what? We've got Istenem? Are you kidding you moron? I said get Poker Pete. Yeah P-o-k-e-r Pete....duuurr....clues in the fucking name numnuts, he's good at poker and this is a fucking card school"
HRK: "Nudgeman, calm yourself boy, no card school North of Narborough will allow that Poker Pete to take a seat. His reputation will blow us out the water, it's a few businessman having a casual knock around with the deck, not $4000 blind No limit Hold 'em at the Bicycle casino with Dave the Devilfish."
Nudgeman; "yeah, but fu*king Istenem, what the f*ck does he know about cards?"
HRK: "Well he can spell c-a-r-d for a start and....."
Nudgeman: "Yeah I bet he can spell m-u-g you mug as well, them Leicester boys will clean us out and them Norwich boys, well they'll have all the aces between their thumb and their thumb and their other thumb.
PMK: "Oi! I heard that Nudgeman" an angry PMK cried out, flinging the nearest heavy item, a large notice board in the Nudgecave across to Nudgeman, alas it bounced off a jagged rock and it landed up in Winningbabe's direction.
Winningbabe" "Ow! What was that?"
Buddylove4000: "Big board, big board that was a big board. Get the fuck in there."
HRK: "The point is, Istenem is a literary genius, but his talent doesn't stop there. I think he is every bit as esteemed in other fields."
Nudgeman: "Well he had better fucking be hadn't he? 'cos we've got £250 sheets each riding on this baby."
The Leicester school of cards was one of the meanest in the business. You had to have at least a fucking grand to sit down at the table, it wasn't like playing Newmarket with yer Aunty Mable with 16p sitting on the King of Spades, oh no fucking ho ho, no, this was not that kind of card school. This was proper gambling with a bit of banter and a few gentleman's agreements. Fact was there was no room for skinflints and the small change brigade, you want to gamble, you go and fucking gamble son, but you'll need at least a grand.
Nudeman dialled the number....0 1 1 6 .........xxxxxx
A voice answered, it was H2 the Hatchet
"Yes?"
"I've got the money. All £1000 of it. It took me ages to save. Istenem had to spell Flibbledibblyocious in a parlour game, Buddy and Winningbabe finally got a gold down Hemsby and I've been putting in the hours on Zero roulette"
"Well you either got it or you ain't"
and click, down went the phone.
The black cab pulled up outside. Time to clean up. Despite Nudgeman's reservations, the group was quietly optimistic. Yes, they wanted Poker Pete in that seat, but then they all wanted to see Prince Philip Moonwalk, alas sometimes you had to keep your feet on the ground, well that's what they said to Prince Philip anyway.
"Can you spell 'positive expectation'?" barked Nudgeman sarcastically in Istenem's face?
"In Mandarin Chinese, Arabic and Greek if you'd like" quipped the eccentric face of the operation.
"I hope you're as good at cards as you are at smarmy quips"
"Indeed my good fellow. You don't want to even imagine how many words I spelt out to get this £250. It would break my heart to lose it, I may not be Poker Pete but I have a Jeugen observational profile that suggests I'm a strong cards player and the on line/real life statistics to back this up. Relax"
"What did I tell ya Fudgeman?" teased HRK
"You said, remortgage your house and get on Three legged Lenny in the 2:15 at Chepstow"
Buddylove whipped out his N95....."Alright, alright, alright, ladies, ladies, cool it......look.....check out these videos of this £5 Mega Streak on a Beat the Banker.......big sheets......hey look there's Winning Babe's elbow......Winning Babe......it does a £4 cash or bust next but the batteries run out.......sports fans"
The black cab had pulled up in the mystery location.
No sooner had the entourage stepped out the cab than someone called George from Ashby was seemingly flung from a backdoor near a Blockbuster video.
"Give me my money back you arseholes! That was 42 locations worth! Give me my money!"
"Are any of the games this card school plays based around words?" asked a worried Nudgeman
"Turn it in already! They'll be spelling bankrupt with pennies before the night is out...."
They walked into Blockbuster and up to the spoddy kid behind the counter.
"The Blue Bear prowls around Moscow at 5am"
"On DVD or Blu-Ray?"
"Eh? No listen. The Blue Bear prowls around Moscow at 5am"
"I'm sorry that's not on general release yet"
"No, no, you're not getting it. I'm here for y'know...the cards..."
"You want to become members?"
Nudgeman started to lose patience
"LISTEN. I'M HERE FOR THE LEICESTER CARD SCHOOL. OK?"
"Oh, why didn't you say, what was that shit about blue bears?"
At that point there was a hollow laugh and a sinister voice cackled over the Tannoy
"Muhahahaha, so green behind the ears you'd think the Incredible Hulk was here to play cards. Muhahahahah, the new ones always fall for that one, talking of falling....."
KERRRRLUNK
The floor disappeared beneath them and it all went black.
Buddy woke up first.
"Yaaawwwwn. That was a MEGA SLEEP"
Then Istenem.
"Is this the parlour?"
Then Nudgeman
"Bloopety blippety what hapenned?"
Then HRK
"I think we're the favourites to get skinned, this don't look good"
Up above them was a single 20 watt lightbulb, protruding from the wall and above that, they could see nothing but darkness. A single grimy door lay ahead and was locked. Around them were various implements of torture.
It was then that the solemn footsteps could be heard the other side of the door. An eerie voice spoke out, filling the clingy, damp void of darkness.
"I. AM TRAYHOP. BEFORE YOU ENTER, I MUST ASK YOU ONE QUESTION FOR YOU TO PASS."
There was a stunned silence.
"DO YOU ALL LIKE CHINKY KEBABS?"
"Err yeah"
"Yes."
"Get the fuck in there!"
"They'll do, although I'd expected to be treated like royalty, not some bogey monster, what are all these torture implements?"
"Yeah sorry about the peculiar entrance, they're just replicas from various Marvel comics, there was something wrong with the lock on the front door, this was the only way in, do you want to come up now? Make yourselves at home, you can leave all your magnets, long sleeved shirts and mirrors down here though gents, only kidding, bring 'em up, come and meet the other lads........you have ALL got a grand each to bring to the table haven't you?"
"Well errr no here's the thing, me, HRK and buddlylove and winning babe, we're not cards players, we thought we could come up and support our main player here Istenem, in his quest to bankrupt Leicester...and a good part of Norwhich.."
"No worries, but I'm afraid your sponsers will have to go on the PS3 in the other room whilst the card school is in progress......"
"Not a problem, make sure they read 'em and weep Isty"
"Yeah get the fuck in there boy!"
"Don't get pipped at the post, or we'll be posting you back to London in a body bag"
"No need for that HRK you loon, come on up, the PS3 is ready and there's beer in the fridge and some prawn crackers if you've got the munchies, don't trip over those jeans, massive pockets on them, ASDAs finest...."
And so the card night began, with our man Istenem taking charge of winning some loot. Maybe he did know when to hold 'em, when to fold 'em and when to spell supercalifragilisticexpialidocious backwards to distract his opponent. Maybe he didn't? Who cares, the game progressed happily into the night, the Chinky kebabs going down a treat.
At sometime past 5am, they bedded down and snoozed off, having a long well earnt sleep.
Nudgeman was the first to wake up, it was gone 2pm, what a sleep! he flicked on the TV to see if anything decent was on first before considering going to the kitchen to raid the foodstores. There was some racing on the TV, the 47" LCD LG TV with tallboy(TM) speakers.
The pounding bass of the hooves played merry havoc with his head, but not as much as the commentary....
"It's Red Rum now on the outside followed by Champion the Wonder Horse followed by Three Legged Lenny making a break on the final furlong, it's Three legged Lenny going all the way in second place, now neck and neck for the finish and Three Legged Lenny, the rank 100-1 outsider pips Red Rum at the finish followed by Champion The Wonderhorse in third."
"Muhahaha!" cackled Luke Wilton aka HRK, "This time next quarter then lads? If you like I'll host it in one of my hundred houses. Sweet. You're all loons. BLOOP! See ya later........"
It was back to the cave for Nudgeman, back to Hemsby for Buddylove and Winningbabe and back to Word Games for Istenem.
"So, they took you for a mug did they Isty?"
"Not exactly, when it was my turn to deal, I dealt a mean hand of Scrabble, they didn't stand a chance, those Leicester boys didn't even get a look in, we made a packet!"
"Well if HRK was now not scampering off into the sunset, a multi-millionaire, he'd congratulate you and make me eat my words, looks like you're the star of the show."
"Oh no, modesty forbids me from taking much of the credit. It was all down to Winningbabe's feminine wiles, she soon had the Leicester boys dying to play a round of Scrabble. So to recap, HRK gave us the nap of the century, I played a mean game of Scrabble, Buddylove brought along Winningbabe who duped all the Leicester boys and made them play into our hands.....remind me......what's your part in all this Nudgeman?"
"Well errr......I......errrr......I'll get me coat.....I mean cape.....I'll get me cape and I'll write it up on Fruitchat."
"You do that Nudgeman, you do that. Oh, if you need any help with spelling...."
"Yes?"
"Just use your spellchecker you caped crankpot"
With that we leave our intrepid gamblers as they emerge into the light of Leicester and proceed, mostly in a Southerly direction to get back home.
The Leicester boys went out and burnt every machine from Northants to Knutsford to Notts to cover their losses. Nudgeman decided card schools weren't quite his thing but that he must eat more Chinky kebabs, Istenem was made chief word games co-ordinator at Games Warehouse.
And
Buddy Love and Winning Babe got a £15 streak on BWBs the Blues Boys down in Skegness which they have now framed and posted above the YouTube fireplace.
THE END.
As for the card school, I'll pass. I'll stick with Newmarket, Aunty Mabel, the odd mega 86p pot on Sevens when everyone else is knocking and of course the odd £5 stt on line poker game. Hope you enjoyed the story though.
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HorseRacingKing
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so the outcome then ,,,,,, lol
( usually the following is reversed , with me losing , and the mrs pulling us out the shit lol )
however.
we ended up leaving at 5 am ,,,,, 265 up ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, i was 1500 up and the mrs was 1235 down........... so not much profit for 9 hours of cards ,,,,,,, but profit all the same .
although we obviously split our outcome profit /loss.......... the figures above show the sort of trouble/profit an individual can end up in after one of our games ,,,,,
glad in a way, we dont play too often
going to try and fit one more in before xmas though.
will try to post more notice for others next time.
( usually the following is reversed , with me losing , and the mrs pulling us out the shit lol )
however.
we ended up leaving at 5 am ,,,,, 265 up ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, i was 1500 up and the mrs was 1235 down........... so not much profit for 9 hours of cards ,,,,,,, but profit all the same .
although we obviously split our outcome profit /loss.......... the figures above show the sort of trouble/profit an individual can end up in after one of our games ,,,,,
glad in a way, we dont play too often
going to try and fit one more in before xmas though.
will try to post more notice for others next time.
Little discipline = BIG issue
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started around 7.30 ,,,,,,,, finished 4.30 am ,,,,,,,,,,, just woke up now lol ,,,,,,,,,, spose i better get my arse in gear and go hit some fruits.
so the outcome then ,,,,,,,,,,,
me
tracy
gary
trevor( norwich )
darren ( norwich )
give or take the odd tenner ,,,,,,,,, gary was 500 up ,,,,,,,, trevor was 650 up ,,,,,,, poor darren was 4300 down ,,,,,,
so tracy and me left 3200 up ,,,,,,,,,,, a very merry xmas indeed .
you cant help feel darren's pain ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, but he wasn't arsed in the slightest ,,,,,,,, he own's his own demolition and salvage firm ,,,,,,,,,,,,,, so that probably was only a weeks wage to him ........
dangerous game.
wont be another for a few months now ,,,,,,,,,,, will try to post more notice.
lee.
so the outcome then ,,,,,,,,,,,
me
tracy
gary
trevor( norwich )
darren ( norwich )
give or take the odd tenner ,,,,,,,,, gary was 500 up ,,,,,,,, trevor was 650 up ,,,,,,, poor darren was 4300 down ,,,,,,
so tracy and me left 3200 up ,,,,,,,,,,, a very merry xmas indeed .
you cant help feel darren's pain ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, but he wasn't arsed in the slightest ,,,,,,,, he own's his own demolition and salvage firm ,,,,,,,,,,,,,, so that probably was only a weeks wage to him ........
dangerous game.
wont be another for a few months now ,,,,,,,,,,, will try to post more notice.
lee.
Little discipline = BIG issue
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