For those of you who have decided that the pub isn’t quite so appealing post-smoking ban but with a yearning to play the fruity, you may be pleased to hear, or possibly dismayed depending on your take, that the the good old tradtional English pub fruity has arrived in your sitting room, nudges ‘n’ all! And better than that - it’s bought it’s mean, crooked and somewhat streaky personality with it!
When I was younger, I confess that quite often I used to wander up the road with my last tenner and stand there for an hour or two - luck willing - pressing the buttons, stooping to look up the reels, nudging like mad before the time limit ran out and drinking the cheapest drink they served (lime ‘n’ soda in case you were wondering). But the pub fruity had something about it - something that made you think you were gonna be rich one day, when in actual fact a 70% payout meant you were more likely to be scrabbling under the car seats for lost change. More…»