It's been a tough few months for my illustrious pinball career.
With both London pinball leagues finished Val and I were back to reluctantly feeding coins into the much maligned Las Vegas pins and berating the clueless manager at Stain St Syndicate in Clapham for never fixing their mint stern ST. Then tragedy struck in the form of social mixed touch rugby:
One handed pinball is difficult, though not impossible as my degenerative pinball obsession forced me to find out. The 3 things I learnt: You really have to anticipate things early, you quickly realise how often you could have been dead flipping and one handed multiballs are hilarious.
6 weeks on, with the bones plated back together and my best mate from Aus in town for the week, it was finally time to get back in the game. So last weekend we head on down to Brewdog in Shepherds Bush to sink a few craft beers and have a bash on some well maintained machines. A few dead ponies in came the inevitable sarcastic question from my mate "so have you got your initials in any of these?". "Well" I said, playing it cool "just have a flip through that Walking Dead machine and tell me".
I don't know who it was, but well played you sneaky son of a bitch.
With both London pinball leagues finished Val and I were back to reluctantly feeding coins into the much maligned Las Vegas pins and berating the clueless manager at Stain St Syndicate in Clapham for never fixing their mint stern ST. Then tragedy struck in the form of social mixed touch rugby:
One handed pinball is difficult, though not impossible as my degenerative pinball obsession forced me to find out. The 3 things I learnt: You really have to anticipate things early, you quickly realise how often you could have been dead flipping and one handed multiballs are hilarious.
6 weeks on, with the bones plated back together and my best mate from Aus in town for the week, it was finally time to get back in the game. So last weekend we head on down to Brewdog in Shepherds Bush to sink a few craft beers and have a bash on some well maintained machines. A few dead ponies in came the inevitable sarcastic question from my mate "so have you got your initials in any of these?". "Well" I said, playing it cool "just have a flip through that Walking Dead machine and tell me".
I don't know who it was, but well played you sneaky son of a bitch.
