So I was at a bit of loss with how to occupy my busy mind, what with having to wait for a pile of pending withdrawals, and it being the weekend, and a bank holiday weekend at that, and having nothing in the bank, and then I think of Mr Smith, where I had made a request for a £815 withdrawal on a £500 deposit, two and a half days ago, with only a 24 hour lockdown.
In the meantime, to boost the old karma, and to help keep these warriors of freedom in internet bandwidth, I had sent paypal donations, to John O’Sullivan from
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Alan Watt from
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So I log in to Mr Smith, and under normal circumstances, I would have been a tiny bit pissed off to see my withdrawal still pending, but now I am overjoyed, so I promptly reverse, and I am on my way.
Mr Smith casino is a dream for fans of live roulette, I’ve never seen such a choice. Evolution, Extreme, NetEnt and Portomaso, and no less than four live streams from actual casino tables, with punters, and noise and so forth.
Now, for most of the evening, I was navigating choppy seas on the oceans of live roulette, the trends were not sitting kindly for me, but somehow I managed to scrape through, and when I hit £1200, around 1 a.m., I considered that I had been rather fortunate to get this far, and had better give it a rest.
I decided to take a shower, put on the glad rags, and walk into town; if there was nothing open, I could always just take a stroll along the beach, it would be better than blowing the lot in a degenerate spree of craziness.
Imagine my delight then, when I discovered a night club open at 1:30 on a Sunday morning that was still admitting punters. So in I go, thoroughly enjoying watching the carefree youngsters having a good time, whilst quietly supping my ale in the corner.
After they kicked us out at 3 a.m, I’m walking home through the old High St., and some poor homeless guy, who is living in a shop doorway with his compadre, (who is asleep in his sleeping bag) asks if I’ve got any change, I check my pockets and realise that I have given my change away in tips at the night club, so he asks, “have you got any notes then?” But then adds “only kidding’”
That gets my attention, and I walk over to him and peel off a tenner, he shakes my hand warmly, and introduces himself to me as Sean. I ask him to share it with his mate, and he tries to wake his mate up. I say no, let him be, he’s trying to sleep. So then I peel off another tenner and ask if he will give one to his mate. He says he will, and I believe him. We then shake hands again and I express my wish that his situation improves, I really do.
There but for the grace of God, go I.
So I get home, log in to Mr Smith, and I’ve won my twenty quid back in two spins of the roulette wheel.
Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?
Got my balance up to £1500, got greedy, and blew the lot. Took a stroll down to the One Stop Shop and made a cash deposit of £500, played like a demon possessed, and recouped the lot, well, almost.
Requested a withdrawal of £1636, and then locked it down for a week. Quite a night.
