Cavey wrote:
Yes there's free money to be had mate, but at the cost of playing fruit machines (or whatever), feeding the gambling monster.
Fuck that, they can keep their "free" money. Drugs dealers give "free samples" to begin with as well; these people ain't stupid and they know full fucking well that, one way or another, they'll get their money back and then some long term.
No, I'd rather keep my mind free of that "pollution". I can't tell you how, 12 years on now, how relieved I am that I can now, finally, just walk into a pub and not give the fruit machine(s) lurking in whatever dark corner even the most cursory glance or thought, and could not tell you the first thing about the stuff that's been out there for the last decade. If I even think about them at all, which is very rarely, I just think they're just stupid, puerile, corrupt, unregulated, cheating money-stealing boxes with flashing lights, preying on the young and/or stupid (like I was, very much so). Sames goes for online; at least in the pub you're, like, in a pub and hopefully have a long-suffering mate or two with you, and a pint in hand. Staring at a glowing laptop screen at home whilst playing some virtual fruit machine is even worse; thank heavens these things weren't around when I was pumping hundreds of my family's money into them on a monthly basis, lining some low-life's pocket with my wife's lunch money and yet another year without any holiday for her or the kids.
I've never been happier (or richer). I seriously think that another 3 months later than I did finally kick 'em into touch (and even then only because I absolutely had no choice), my marriage would've been over and who knows how I'd have ended up. And that was in the days where the only machines you could play were 20p/spin maximum (except in a casino, where they were up to 50p/spin) - as opposed to up to *£700/spin* from the convenience of your browser lol (even a mobile phone FFS).
I wouldn't play these things any more than I'd inject myself with heroin. I'm hardly a man free of vices, but these were - and are - just something else. Pure evil.
The thing is Cavey you're seeing this as an 'either one thing or another' type of scenario, whereby one is either a pathetic addicted gambler who's being preyed upon by evil gambling conglomerates, or a virtuous non-gambler who will have nothing to do with any of it - and what I'm saying is that there is something in-between.
Don't get me wrong here dude, I entirely respect and admire your way of doing things, you hit a point where something had to change, you changed it, and you've stuck by that ever since. That's cool, and it takes some serious presence of mind to do so (I remember back in the early FF days when this was all a lot rawer for you, I believe it was a 'done' £1000 Grand Slam in a casino that took you close to the edge) - so please understand I'm 100% behind your take on this and how you've fixed it.
But, and there is a but, that's not necessarily the answer for everyone. You know full well I've been to the same dark places as you with gambling addiction and then some, I've had the smashed up cars and the fucked up relationships and the lost friends and the unpaid bills and the bad debts and spilled the blood (literally) and all the fucking rest of it to prove it.
However, where I ended up with it all is
consistently beating the fucking things works better for me. The online casinos are just a question of maths, you can work that stuff out pretty quickly just on the numbers alone, yes it takes a certain investment of time but I don't mind that, in some regards the satisfaction of winning even relatively small amounts far outweighs the actual cash aspect of it. (Like earlier today when I got a £17 profit out of Sky Vegas, not even enough for a takeaway for the family, but it's still real money that flows from them to me.)
As for the AWPs, yes you do still have to get your 'hands dirty' to an extent as it were, in that there's no getting around the fact it requires travelling around pubs to find the preferred machines, but even there I've neutered it to a large extent, in that I only play in my home town (i.e. all within walking distance) and when I do have a session it's on a Sunday afternoon after I've run Mrs AE and AE Jnr up to the in-laws. I stay for a cup of tea and a chat, then I get 3 hours or so to myself. If the machines in town are shit then I'll play videogames or something like that back at home, a bit of downtime, if the machines in town are good then I'll pop out for a session and a few pints of fine Okells bitter.
If I was being properly serious I'd jump in the car and scope out the pubs in towns and villages all across the island, financially it'd be worth it, but far more involved that I want to get with it - the satisfaction for me is consistently making a reasonable little chunk of cash out of something that used to kick me around for fun and then stamp on my head when I was down.
The point here is Cavey that I think we're both doing the same sort of thing but in very different ways, you've chosen total abstinence and that's 100% valid and I respect that completely, but I've decided to dance with the devil a little bit, and pick his pockets when he's not looking. A bit grubbier maybe, but it works for me.
Either way neither of us have gambling fucking us up - which is the main thing.