Uncle Junior - Legit or not?

[Nicademus]

Made a bet with joon.  The guy actually paid through pay pal. 

Like him or not the guy is stand up and there's no reason not to believe him.

[Uncle Junior]

Made a bet with joon.  The guy actually paid through pay pal. 

Like him or not the guy is stand up and there's no reason not to believe him.

Thanks dude and no problem, be lucky.

Like Nick "The Greek" Dandalos (very famous gambler) once said:

"The next best thing to gambling and winning is gambling and losing"

...it took me along time to figure out what he meant!

[Hulkotron]

UJ is the best new poster in some time.

Some heavy hitters have vouched for his authenticity.

[bigmc]

UJ is the best new poster in some time.

Some heavy hitters have vouched for his authenticity.

yes he has quickly grasped the get big forum

rookie of the year

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UJ is the best new poster in some time.

Some heavy hitters random internet entities have vouched for his authenticity.

fixed

[Primemuscle]

Actually no,I got into working out before I ever started drinking,but the gym was always the place I would return to once the smoke cleared and I attempted to regain my sanity sobriety.

This is exactly why I need to get back in the gym. Unfortunately, the smoke is pretty thick at the moment. I'm killing myself and I hate it.

[_aj_]

This is exactly why I need to get back in the gym. Unfortunately, the smoke is pretty thick at the moment. I'm killing myself and I hate it.

Well, fucking stop dying and start living, lunkhead.

[bigmc]

I bet I hands down beat you Wes in the addictions department in my heyday (both volume, type and quantity), I fully realize this is not a competition but I have to try and find something I am better than you at in order to not feel so inadequate, a mere mortal in the face of Zeus himself !

why do you gamble then

if you have an addictive personality gambling aint for you

[Uncle Junior]

why do you gamble then

if you have an addictive personality gambling aint for you

Chapter 1:

Early Influences/Early Days:

My father was a wealthy businessman who came from a very poor  background involved in the motor trade. He was a self made man who started working on the streets at the age of 14 and got his degree from the school of hard knocks.

My father is not a well spoken or educated man but he is the type of guy that can look you in the eye and figure you all out in 30 seconds, instincts of a lion.

My father was a very strict, stern, stubborn and neurotic old school fella, it was always his way or the high way and no one ever dared challenge him.

When he was not in one of his brutal rages, he was partaking in his other two favorite activities...drinking and gambling.

My father was a IFBB pro at drinking and gambling. A two bottles a day Whisky man.    

He would often stumble into the house at 3 in the morning drunk senseless, light up a cigarette and wake everyone up from his latest casino escapade.

Mr poor mother would always be there to bring him an ashtray for fear he was going to burn the house down and tell me to go to my room.

If things had gone well there would be showboating, laughter, exuberance, promises of presents  and piles and piles of £50 notes lying on the kitchen table along with the customary  bottle of Chevas Regal.

If things hadn't gone well.... then there would just be a bottle of Old Bell Scotch...but boy oh boy, you better have stayed the fuck clear.

There were always poker games in our house, some very interesting characters/individuals used to frequent our house to the dismay of my mother playing bar maid.

My mother and father constantly argued back and forth about his gambling and drinking.

This was usually about his insistence for her to give him access to the household cash or for her to fix him up another drink after he had one too many.

Off course I watched and heard this all this through my door way and said to myself.

"I want to be just like my father when I grow up"


...TBC
  

[bigmc]

break the cycle brother 

[Darren Avey]

All joking aside that completely describes my father and my childhood apart from one small detail, my dad never seemed to win at the tables!Always lost! I think once I remember him coming back from the Victoria casino having won a small poker tournament.

[Uncle Junior]

All joking aside that completely describes my father and my childhood apart from one small detail, my dad never seemed to win at the tables!Always lost! I think once I remember him coming back from the Victoria casino having won a small poker tournament.

Ahh the good old Vic "Home of the brave" as it was affectionately known or cursed depending on your day.

Joking aside and in all seriousness if your dad went to the Vic anytime in the last 18 years he would instantly recognize me, especially if he was a poker player.

The Vic was my second home and I literally was part of the furniture there.

I used to stand outside the Vic when I was 17 years old, looking for punters coming and offering them £10 sometimes £20 if they would get me in as a guest since I was not of legal age.

That's how desperate I was to get into "that" 7 card stud game....good times and fond memories, I miss those days

[Darren Avey]

My dad died last year but was known by everyone in that place he was on the poker tables 3 or 4 nights a week since the 60s, he joined it the day it opened. You d know all his mates then? Jewish Lawerence with the walking stick, who has a metal leg walks with a limp obviously, Devilfish Ulliot? Ram Waswani, George Craft, Joe Beevers. Surindar Sunar was a very good pal of my dads, they used to do odd bits of work together too. When I went there not long ago they were all offering condoloences, I haven't been since it was done up about 6 months ago as people tell me its lost its aura, no atmosphere now

[Uncle Junior]

Chapter 2:

Early Day/Influences:

So to recount from Chapter 1, I grew up watching my father drink and gamble ferociously and was always surrounded by gamblers in a haze of smoke in our house or down his local pub.

My earliest recollection of  actually gambling myself (if you can call it that) was probably when I was in school, maybe aged 13-14.

We used to play this game called "penny up the wall" for change, sweets and drinks. I was pretty good at that game, so was this kid called Arlo, he was my nemesis.

Eventually one day I broke Arlo's jaw over a "penny up the wall dispute" and he returned the favor by breaking my nose. Still we became best of friends in the end after the two week school suspension period was over.

Arlo was an expert shoplifter and taught me all the tricks of the trade while snogging all the girls that I fancied in the meantime.

Still I didn't begrudge him because business was business and Arlo was a boss.

In fact I would go so far as to say that 90% of my WWF Videos/Flex Mags/ Gameboy games came courtesy of "Arlo Wealth Redistribution Enterprises" albeit at substantially discount prices.

The kid was a genius.

Those were the day's off course when if you didn't have a "Chipee or Naf Naf" Puffa jacket you were considered a nobody. Arlo had those things.

I was a nobody.

Still we would have fun doing battle during breaks playing penny up the wall, buying Donner Kebabs at lunch, fighting over who was next on the Streefighter Arcade machine as well as discussing the latest shenanigans/dramas of the WWF, while simultaneously planning and orchestrating the different forms of pain we would be inflicting upon the rival school kids of William Ellis School, a despised bunch and scum of the earth.

The next stage of my graduation process in the school of gambling (the birth point) and where it all properly began was playing Pool in the...

"Ye Olde Swiss Cottage" Pub & Pool Hall.

Ahh "the Swiss", what a place, what characters, those were the days.

In Chapter 3 I will introduce you to another man who greatly influenced the course of my life.

Ladies and gentleman I give you the legend that was "Chinese Danny"!

....TBC

[Palpatine Q]

Chapter 2:

Early Day/Influences:

So to recount from Chapter 1, I grew up watching my father drink and gamble ferociously and was always surrounded by gamblers in a haze of smoke in our house or down his local pub.

My earliest recollection of  actually gambling myself (if you can call it that) was probably when I was in school, maybe aged 13-14.

We used to play this game called "penny up the wall" for change, sweets and drinks. I was pretty good at that game, so was this kid called Arlo, he was my nemesis.

Eventually one day I broke Arlo's jaw over a "penny up the wall dispute" and he returned the favor by breaking my nose. Still we became best of friends in the end after the two week school suspension period was over.

Arlo was an expert shoplifter and taught me all the tricks of the trade while snogging all the girls that I fancied in the meantime.

Still I didn't begrudge him because business was business and Arlo was a boss.

In fact I would go so far as to say that 90% of my WWF Videos/Flex Mags/ Gameboy games came courtesy of "Arlo Wealth Redistribution Enterprises" albeit at substantially discount prices.

The kid was a genius.

Those were the day's off course when if you didn't have a "Chipee or Naf Naf" Puffa jacket you were considered a nobody. Arlo had those things.

I was a nobody.

Still we would have fun doing battle during breaks playing penny up the wall, buying Donner Kebabs at lunch, fighting over who was next on the Streefighter Arcade machine as well as discussing the latest shenanigans/dramas of the WWF, while simultaneously planning and orchestrating the different forms of pain we would be inflicting upon the rival school kids of William Ellis School, a despised bunch and scum of the earth.

The next stage of my graduation process in the school of gambling (the birth point) and where it all properly began was playing Pool in the...

"Ye Olde Swiss Cottage" Pub & Pool Hall.

Ahh "the Swiss", what a place, what characters, those were the days.

In Chapter 3 I will introduce you to another man who greatly influenced the course of my life.

Ladies and gentleman I give you the legend that was "Chinese Danny"!

....TBC

Very nice work. I like your style.

You should do what I did a couple years ago and interview yourself for Rolling Stone Magazine.

[Uncle Junior]

My dad died last year but was known by everyone in that place he was on the poker tables 3 or 4 nights a week since the 60s, he joined it the day it opened. You d know all his mates then? Jewish Lawerence with the walking stick, who has a metal leg walks with a limp obviously, Devilfish Ulliot? Ram Waswani, George Craft, Joe Beevers. Surindar Sunar was a very good pal of my dads, they used to do odd bits of work together too. When I went there not long ago they were all offering condoloences, I haven't been since it was done up about 6 months ago as people tell me its lost its aura, no atmosphere now

Ahh bless Darren, so sorry about your dad I am guaranteed to know him.

Yes I was very good friends with Joe Beavers, Ram, Barny and Ross and all the hendonmob crew and we used to play at Joe's house as well as in Luton.

I know "Lawrence" very well, a true gent, he was an excellent Hi/LO player back in the day, with his walking stick and slicked back oiled up hair, classy guy, played with him hundreds of times.

I used to play with all the boys at the Vic in the biggest games for many many many years. Guys like Neil Channing, Jeff Duval, Vicky Coren, Willie Tan old Pedro the loan shark, Michael Arnold, Gary "the choir boy" Jones, off course the Devil fish, Stavros, Carlos Citrone etc.

Your dad wasn't Harold Laurette was he??

Yes the Vic has gone to shit now, all the boys play at the Palm Beach now.

Ha, such small world.

[Grape Ape]

What's the deal with the font?

[Mr Nobody]

I like this Uncle J dude, (no homo).

[bigmc]

What's the deal with the font?

he has been inspired by princess l and vince basille

[Darren Avey]

Ahh bless Darren, so sorry about your dad I am guaranteed to know him.

Yes I was very good friends with Joe Beavers, Ram, Barny and Ross and all the hendonmob crew and we used to play at Joe's house as well as in Luton.

I know "Lawrence" very well, a true gent, he was an excellent Hi/LO player back in the day, with his walking stick and slicked back oiled up hair, classy guy, played with him hundreds of times.

I used to play with all the boys at the Vic in the biggest games for many many many years. Guys like Neil Channing, Jeff Duval, Vicky Coren, Willie Tan old Pedro the loan shark, Michael Arnold, Gary "the choir boy" Jones, off course the Devil fish, Stavros, Carlos Citrone etc.

Your dad wasn't Harold Laurette was he??

Yes the Vic has gone to shit now, all the boys play at the Palm Beach now.

Ha, such small world.

No my dad was Ginger Dave, or Notting Hill Dave, they called him. Yeh I knew all those names. Forgot about Jeff and Willie Tan he knew them too, other names will come to me.

[_aj_]

Joon bringing teh realz ITT, making my head hurt.

[Uncle Junior]

No my dad was Ginger Dave, or Notting Hill Dave, they called him. Yeh I knew all those names. Forgot about Jeff and Willie Tan he knew them too, other names will come to me.

Not "Disco Dave" by any chance? Did he also play at "Gutshot" or the "International Club" in Old Street.

I'd probably recognize the face.

Wille Tan the fucking cuunt that he is still owes me two and half large. He owes the whole city of fucking London actually. He's broke now and never pays a debt.

I'll tell you true story about Willie.

I used to work at Betfair in Hammersmith for a while when I was younger. I was in Telebet taking bets from punters on the phone.

Willie was BIG sports punter at the time, he was making lots of money in Poker, sponsored player ranker number 1 in Europe ...but as usual he was alway's spunking his money on the GG's or dice.

I probably shouldn't say this but fuck it I don't care, at one point when I logged into Willie's Betfair account he had 2.8 million in there.

So he calls up as usual and I pick up the phone, Willie speaks in pigeon English so you never know what the fuck he is saying so you got to always ask him the same question 10 times in a row to understand what the fuck he is talking about..

So anyway he calls into Telbet and I pick of the phone...."Hi Betfair, how can I help you?"

"Willyyy, here....account numba...xxx...give me price lice of this horse, chepstow at 4.30 blah bah blah....quick...hurry..h urry" (always rude on the phone and calling last minute)

I can't remember what horse it was some favorite he wanted to back on the jumps at 2-1....

...."yeah...I taaakke price lice , give me 2-1, I want back, lay, back..no no no....back, BACK.....hurry hurry, race going off...."


Anyway race is about to go off and I got like 10 seconds to make this bet (Back then they didn't have in running betting) and I am confused and flustered as to what the fuck he wants me to do cos I don't understand what this China man is saying....but he's is pressuring me and he is a big punter, so I get flustered and end up laying the horse for £20K at 2-1 instead of backing it for £20k.
 
Willie always had this habit of staying on the phone until the race was over.... he would actually specifically tell you to hold on the line in case he made another bet and tell you not to hang up (very very annoying) but still he was big punter so we did what he asked.

So I am watching the race on the big screen and quickly realize my mistake cos I can hear Willie in the background cheering the horse on to win...

"come on, you fakkkkin bastard, donkey shit....blah blah blah, hit him"

I am like "OH FUCK" I am so sacked after this race.

Anyway during the middle of the race this fucking horse is like 10 furlongs clear and pulling away double hand full.

All this cuunts got to do is jump the remaining 3  fences and he's won the race and Willie would be a happy man and I would be sacked.

In the meanwhile Willie is still on the phone and I can hear him in the background saying shit like...

"Yes, go on son, that's it, he's pissed it..blah blah blah"

Now second to last fence and this horse takes a tug and comes crashing down like a whore knickers.

Willie's on the phone:

"You fucking cuuuunt, cursing at me, you so fucking unlucky for me you know, every time you (i.e. ME) take my bet I lose, I don't want you to take my bets anymore"

I am like:

"Mr Tann, you did want to LAY the horse at 2-1 now right???"

Willie is like "huh, what"

I am like: "Mr Tan you should be happy you won, I layed the horse like you asked me at 2-1, so you won"

Willie is confused and trying to bluff it now:

"check system, check system, yes, yes, I said lay, exactly.....check balance, what's my balance now, you layed it?? That's right, that's what I said blah blah blah....etc"

I am like: "Yes Mr Tan I can confirm on the system the horse was layed for you according to your instructions at 2-1 so its a winning bet"

Willie is now like "Good boy,good boy, you very very lucky for me, you very very lucky you take my bets from now on blah blah blah"


....I met him several years later at the Vic, told him who I was and we had a drink and giggle about it.

That was before he went broke and ended up being a skank.

[Darren Avey]

Yeh that's Willie! Ill PM you a photo of my dad when I scan one, he was best mates with lawerence for 45 years!

[Roger Bacon]

.

[ismoseppo]

I genuinely feel bad for uncle junior and hope he gets some therapy. He has deleted me off whatsapp and readded me multiple times, comes on tells me how bored he is then calls me an asshole. Tells me he wants to off himself, says bikini is his ex then she isnt, says she is preggo and hes getting married.

Its just an absolute barrage of bipolarness (and i should know)|, but when people have all that money they tend to avoid admitting to it and getting help.

The crash at the end may not be pretty.