Oooooh, I couldn't go near a casino, I'd end up dead in the alley out back

I even try to keep away from pubs with fruitys - thankfully most of them round here don't have them (one reason I settled on my local early on is cos it's got no fruity, just happened by chance to also be a damn fine pub

) But I end up in a pub with a fruity after a few beers I can see the fucker in the corner, winking its lights at me going (Obviously name changed to username here) Booooooooojum, Booooooooooooooooooooooojum, just a quid, you know you want to, go on, just a lickle ickle pound, what's a pound ? AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH Cos you know a pound will become 5 will become 10 will become as much as you've got on you if it doesn't pay out
Nah, fuck em. And like I say, I wouldn't go near a casino, there's a couple in Brighton, got a mate who goes there a lot (he can afford it, he transports stuff up & down the country, know what I mean, he's loaded and into his charlie, he phoned a mutual mate one night when we were having a smoke last year, laughing that he'd just dropped £1,800

), when we out on the lash he tries to get me to go, it's like even if I wanted to, he could drop more on a hand than I could afford to drop in over a fucking month