An absolute fact as well, single solo fellas lurking around fruitys to strike up a conversation about , well , fruit machines and the tactics involved…
There’s one in every pub..
*puts quid in and becomes aware of the emergence of a presence watching the game unfold*
“Alright “
“Alright”
“You on your own mate?”
“Yeah SHE Paid out about 4 hours ago…”
“How do you know?”
“I’ve been watching”
“Ah right, see you later.”
“Yeah”
*reverses back into the shadows to continue his vigil, watching the fruit machine and its players *