My friends and I used to do this with a song by drum and bass dj Goldie. For some reason touch tunes had a set of his that lasted 45 minutes, we would throw that in 3+ times in a row and bounce. Worst part, the beginning and end would bleed together really well so you really couldn’t tell it restarted. So for $4 the bar would have 2+ hours of drum and bass.
Eventually the bartenders caught on and would shut off the touch tune when we would show up.
Outstanding. It’s like picking stuff like November Rain and Free Bird to make the most of your money.
In a similar vein, one of my old haunts had a jukey, but the button under the bar to skip tracks was fucked. So, we’d get towards the end of our drinks, put two quid in the jukey, pick two decent songs to give us six or seven minutes to finish our drinks, then queue up a load of Christmas songs… in June.
We’d drink up, fuck off, and sit smugly in the next pub knowing there was half hour of Mariah Carey & co. blaring out at the previous pub which couldn’t be skipped. Good times.
On an unrelated note, my old girl used to take me to a local cafe for a slice of toast most mornings - there were two cabinets there.
My first memory of gaming as a three, maybe four year old was Pac Land, 10p a pop, absolute banger of a game - even if the controls were seriously dodgy.
Next to it was Street Fighter II - a premium cab at a whole 20p a credit.
A group of teenagers were playing it one morning, and I popped my 20p in, and I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. This older lad absolutely demolished me, like never even gave a poor kid a chance. Fair play, I learned a lot about going up against skilled opponents that day!
Hey I LOVE Christmas carols! Especially the choiry Catholic ones, they are beautiful. I can listen to that year round, and sing out loud to them year round, and just in general year round!
My friends and I used to do this with a song by drum and bass dj Goldie. For some reason touch tunes had a set of his that lasted 45 minutes, we would throw that in 3+ times in a row and bounce. Worst part, the beginning and end would bleed together really well so you really couldn’t tell it restarted. So for $4 the bar would have 2+ hours of drum and bass.
Eventually the bartenders caught on and would shut off the touch tune when we would show up.
We can’t accept drum and bass. We need jungle, I’m afraid.
Amol Rajan giving the losing team patronising advice that they might have won if they’d buzzed faster and given the correct answers.
Outstanding. It’s like picking stuff like November Rain and Free Bird to make the most of your money.
In a similar vein, one of my old haunts had a jukey, but the button under the bar to skip tracks was fucked. So, we’d get towards the end of our drinks, put two quid in the jukey, pick two decent songs to give us six or seven minutes to finish our drinks, then queue up a load of Christmas songs… in June.
We’d drink up, fuck off, and sit smugly in the next pub knowing there was half hour of Mariah Carey & co. blaring out at the previous pub which couldn’t be skipped. Good times.
My college bar at university had The End by the Doors. I’d put it on and then chuck some money in the Soul Edge arcade machine.
Mint.
On an unrelated note, my old girl used to take me to a local cafe for a slice of toast most mornings - there were two cabinets there.
My first memory of gaming as a three, maybe four year old was Pac Land, 10p a pop, absolute banger of a game - even if the controls were seriously dodgy.
Next to it was Street Fighter II - a premium cab at a whole 20p a credit.
A group of teenagers were playing it one morning, and I popped my 20p in, and I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. This older lad absolutely demolished me, like never even gave a poor kid a chance. Fair play, I learned a lot about going up against skilled opponents that day!
Hey I LOVE Christmas carols! Especially the choiry Catholic ones, they are beautiful. I can listen to that year round, and sing out loud to them year round, and just in general year round!
Hooo-hoOoOoOooo-HoooOoOooo-ho ohoooosiannna in excelcis!
Ding dong! Merrily on hiiiigh…