However, The night was ripe for good fortune, people! London seemed like a great place to part with my money. And so, my friend and I stomped into the Connoisseur Club Casino on Kensington High Street. We whisked by the front desk only to find that we needed to whiz back and present a passport or other form of identification to be granted access. (The Brits run a tight ship, people.)
So, after completing the mini form and having our identifications scanned into the system for God only knows who to see and hack into we were ready to "invest" our twenty British Pounds and to win big!
We stormed into the casino which by all American standards was to the liking of a cloak closet (tiny!)...HOWEVER, you know that old saying, "Big things come in small packages"? - This should be plastered to the entrance way of the Connoisseur Club. There were 8 slot machines in total and just as many gaming tables. A small bar was banked next to the slots. We settled in with our 20 pounds and began the play. As we watched the pounds rise and fall a posse formed in the casino bar. Then still more members joined. Within fifteen minutes nearly 100 members of the Chelsea Chamber of Commerce were in attendance and ready to have a fun filled evening.
We muscled our way from machine 5 & 6 to machines 7 & 8 (It's a quick three steps to the right) and bellied up to the bar for a re-fill. It was here, at machine 8, that the glorious magic happened.
Now, I failed to tell you that it took a bit of time to figure out the British slot machine. You slide your pounds in. (That part seemed easy enough. I do that in America with the US Dollar.) In the US you just start pushing the play button. The Brits are a clever bunch, I tell you! You must then "transfer" your deposit to the bank on the machine in order to access it to play. Of course we had to get assistance with this step from the bartender, Kelly. (The Brit's loved helping us, of course. Foreigners in despair are always a highlight for anyone no matter your nationality.) Once our pounds were "transfered we noticed that the Chamber group had tray after tray of hors'dourves. Kelly, the bartender, told us to please help ourselves. So, we did! We were snacking on fried chicken, mini suasages and some Thai pockets (not my personal favorite, but for free I will choke most anything down.)
So, here I was in full play mode. (I had upped my bet to 40 pence.) It was then that the glorious magic happened on the game Wild Buffalo! The reels droped stacked Wild symbols on three rows next to each other! Any of you who frequent the casino know what that means! Then the lights started blinking and lines were flashing. Each pay line was 2 pounds! I cleaned this place out of British Pounds, people. That's right a 40 pence bet netted me 60 British pounds! Great fun!
I cashed out to find 60 coins dropping to the bin below (I love the old school slot machines that shoot out coins, which are long gone in the states except for the bank of questionable mini casinos on Fremont Street in Downtown Las Vegas).
I contemplated carrying my 60 pounds in my pocket, but feared the weight of these coins would make my trousers fall. So, I looked at my gambling friend and London resident and with a nod we agreed that we must find the cashier. (Of course he was at the back of the casino and on the other side of this Chamber mob.) So, we pushed our way through the Chelsea Chamber of Commerce Brits (Pardon, Excuse me, Pardon, Pardon) and cashed those coins in before stomping out the front door!
We love the British Casinos! They are bloody good!
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