Marc Wright aka dean23price/railtard1 still scamming July 2012

[Acidmouse]

There are two camps.. People who don't stake him and those that do/have.

For obvious reasons one camp can see future potential for a big score at whatever costs to others/him.

The others with no monetary interest can freely express what everyone thinks.

Shame on some people though, really tarnished themselves for the sake of $$.

I know this is a shit example but its about as good as I can put it being a thicko. When I was 16 I left school and went to work for British Gas, in those days it was still old school. First port of call for the morning was go to the pub, play darts, go see a few 'women', do a job in the morning (fit a gas fire etc) have dinner, do a job in the afternoon then go home early. It was a real cool job, an apprenticeship of life. Most of the men were sound as a pound but down to earth, they would tell you a spades a spade (it was in York so its expected).

I was unbelievably naive but very cocky, I would run down people I thought were not as clever or as cool as me, taking the piss out of anything, generally being a little above my station (or position as apprentice). I continued to act this way for a good 6 months, it must have rattled some of the older guys around the place but I was by now close with the cool chaps so I didn't realise I was doing anything wrong. On a normal dinner time we went to play snooker at the BG depot, most of the blokes were there eating, smoking, just chilling. I was playing doubles against someone and I said a snide comment about him missing and being shit.  Before I knew it the geezer dropped me, in front of about 20 others, the pain of being slapped didn't matter to me but the fact it happened and a few said I had had it coming. No one helped me out so I just bogged off home and sulked.

The next day I didn't want to go in and face the music but I did. My friend who I sometimes worked with (he was in his mid 30's) came over and chatted to me, he told me that he knew this might happen some day, but it was an important part of growing up, learning a life lesson. He told me a was un liked by a fair few old guard workers, I was stunned and deeply upset I thought I was literally walking on water and nothing could bring me down. He went over things I could work on and learning to treat everyone differently and with the respect they deserved.  I have to say those few weeks after this were some of the hardest in my life, realising I knew absolutely nothing, just because I was billy big bollocks at a few things it literally meant nothing to your average Jo Bloggs unless I acted in a manner of an apprentice and a young pleasent adult. I am so glad I got told what type of person I was before it festered on in my life past my teens.

I have seen so many young poker players who have a disillusioned prospective on life due to the fact they have never had the 'eureka' moment I was lucky to have at 16. I lol so hard when they perceive they have 'the lot' when in reality they have nothing I would want. Sure money is great but without respect for it and the game it is literally worthless. (I am not saying Marc is all of this, I can only judge him on his posts on blonde) But he really really needs a guardian imo, someone to check fold his attitude, that even after everyone has said hes wrong he posts saying he was right.

(ducks for flames) 

 

[The Camel]

There are two camps.. People who don't stake him and those that do/have.

For obvious reasons one camp can see future potential for a big score at whatever costs to others/him.

The others with no monetary interest can freely express what everyone thinks.

Shame on some people though, really tarnished themselves for the sake of $$.

I know this is a shit example but its about as good as I can put it being a thicko. When I was 16 I left school and went to work for British Gas, in those days it was still old school. First port of call for the morning was go to the pub, play darts, go see a few 'women', do a job in the morning (fit a gas fire etc) have dinner, do a job in the afternoon then go home early. It was a real cool job, an apprenticeship of life. Most of the men were sound as a pound but down to earth, they would tell you a spades a spade (it was in York so its expected).

I was unbelievably naive but very cocky, I would run down people I thought were not as clever or as cool as me, taking the piss out of anything, generally being a little above my station (or position as apprentice). I continued to act this way for a good 6 months, it must have rattled some of the older guys around the place but I was by now close with the cool chaps so I didn't realise I was doing anything wrong. On a normal dinner time we went to play snooker at the BG depot, most of the blokes were there eating, smoking, just chilling. I was playing doubles against someone and I said a snide comment about him missing and being shit.  Before I knew it the geezer dropped me, in front of about 20 others, the pain of being slapped didn't matter to me but the fact it happened and a few said I had had it coming. No one helped me out so I just bogged off home and sulked.

The next day I didn't want to go in and face the music but I did. My friend who I sometimes worked with (he was in his mid 30's) came over and chatted to me, he told me that he knew this might happen some day, but it was an important part of growing up, learning a life lesson. He told me a was un liked by a fair few old guard workers, I was stunned and deeply upset I thought I was literally walking on water and nothing could bring me down. He went over things I could work on and learning to treat everyone differently and with the respect they deserved.  I have to say those few weeks after this were some of the hardest in my life, realising I knew absolutely nothing, just because I was billy big bollocks at a few things it literally meant nothing to your average Jo Bloggs unless I acted in a manner of an apprentice and a young pleasent adult. I am so glad I got told what type of person I was before it festered on in my life past my teens.

I have seen so many young poker players who have a disillusioned prospective on life due to the fact they have never had the 'eureka' moment I was lucky to have at 16. I lol so hard when they perceive they have 'the lot' when in reality they have nothing I would want. Sure money is great but without respect for it and the game it is literally worthless. (I am not saying Marc is all of this, I can only judge him on his posts on blonde) But he really really needs a guardian imo, someone to check fold his attitude, that even after everyone has said hes wrong he posts saying he was right.

(ducks for flames) 

 

Fuck me, that's a fantastic post.

[ACE2M]

There are two camps.. People who don't stake him and those that do/have.

For obvious reasons one camp can see future potential for a big score at whatever costs to others/him.

The others with no monetary interest can freely express what everyone thinks.

Shame on some people though, really tarnished themselves for the sake of $$.

I know this is a shit example but its about as good as I can put it being a thicko. When I was 16 I left school and went to work for British Gas, in those days it was still old school. First port of call for the morning was go to the pub, play darts, go see a few 'women', do a job in the morning (fit a gas fire etc) have dinner, do a job in the afternoon then go home early. It was a real cool job, an apprenticeship of life. Most of the men were sound as a pound but down to earth, they would tell you a spades a spade (it was in York so its expected).

I was unbelievably naive but very cocky, I would run down people I thought were not as clever or as cool as me, taking the piss out of anything, generally being a little above my station (or position as apprentice). I continued to act this way for a good 6 months, it must have rattled some of the older guys around the place but I was by now close with the cool chaps so I didn't realise I was doing anything wrong. On a normal dinner time we went to play snooker at the BG depot, most of the blokes were there eating, smoking, just chilling. I was playing doubles against someone and I said a snide comment about him missing and being shit.  Before I knew it the geezer dropped me, in front of about 20 others, the pain of being slapped didn't matter to me but the fact it happened and a few said I had had it coming. No one helped me out so I just bogged off home and sulked.

The next day I didn't want to go in and face the music but I did. My friend who I sometimes worked with (he was in his mid 30's) came over and chatted to me, he told me that he knew this might happen some day, but it was an important part of growing up, learning a life lesson. He told me a was un liked by a fair few old guard workers, I was stunned and deeply upset I thought I was literally walking on water and nothing could bring me down. He went over things I could work on and learning to treat everyone differently and with the respect they deserved.  I have to say those few weeks after this were some of the hardest in my life, realising I knew absolutely nothing, just because I was billy big bollocks at a few things it literally meant nothing to your average Jo Bloggs unless I acted in a manner of an apprentice and a young pleasent adult. I am so glad I got told what type of person I was before it festered on in my life past my teens.

I have seen so many young poker players who have a disillusioned prospective on life due to the fact they have never had the 'eureka' moment I was lucky to have at 16. I lol so hard when they perceive they have 'the lot' when in reality they have nothing I would want. Sure money is great but without respect for it and the game it is literally worthless. (I am not saying Marc is all of this, I can only judge him on his posts on blonde) But he really really needs a guardian imo, someone to check fold his attitude, that even after everyone has said hes wrong he posts saying he was right.

(ducks for flames) 

 

no flame mate. very good post, very very true.

[Simon Galloway]

I'm sure you'll be at the payout window when Marc busts this tournament!

Very adjacent, at a guess.

[leethefish]

There are two camps.. People who don't stake him and those that do/have.

For obvious reasons one camp can see future potential for a big score at whatever costs to others/him.

The others with no monetary interest can freely express what everyone thinks.

Shame on some people though, really tarnished themselves for the sake of $$.

I know this is a shit example but its about as good as I can put it being a thicko. When I was 16 I left school and went to work for British Gas, in those days it was still old school. First port of call for the morning was go to the pub, play darts, go see a few 'women', do a job in the morning (fit a gas fire etc) have dinner, do a job in the afternoon then go home early. It was a real cool job, an apprenticeship of life. Most of the men were sound as a pound but down to earth, they would tell you a spades a spade (it was in York so its expected).

I was unbelievably naive but very cocky, I would run down people I thought were not as clever or as cool as me, taking the piss out of anything, generally being a little above my station (or position as apprentice). I continued to act this way for a good 6 months, it must have rattled some of the older guys around the place but I was by now close with the cool chaps so I didn't realise I was doing anything wrong. On a normal dinner time we went to play snooker at the BG depot, most of the blokes were there eating, smoking, just chilling. I was playing doubles against someone and I said a snide comment about him missing and being shit.  Before I knew it the geezer dropped me, in front of about 20 others, the pain of being slapped didn't matter to me but the fact it happened and a few said I had had it coming. No one helped me out so I just bogged off home and sulked.

The next day I didn't want to go in and face the music but I did. My friend who I sometimes worked with (he was in his mid 30's) came over and chatted to me, he told me that he knew this might happen some day, but it was an important part of growing up, learning a life lesson. He told me a was un liked by a fair few old guard workers, I was stunned and deeply upset I thought I was literally walking on water and nothing could bring me down. He went over things I could work on and learning to treat everyone differently and with the respect they deserved.  I have to say those few weeks after this were some of the hardest in my life, realising I knew absolutely nothing, just because I was billy big bollocks at a few things it literally meant nothing to your average Jo Bloggs unless I acted in a manner of an apprentice and a young pleasent adult. I am so glad I got told what type of person I was before it festered on in my life past my teens.

I have seen so many young poker players who have a disillusioned prospective on life due to the fact they have never had the 'eureka' moment I was lucky to have at 16. I lol so hard when they perceive they have 'the lot' when in reality they have nothing I would want. Sure money is great but without respect for it and the game it is literally worthless. (I am not saying Marc is all of this, I can only judge him on his posts on blonde) But he really really needs a guardian imo, someone to check fold his attitude, that even after everyone has said hes wrong he posts saying he was right.

(ducks for flames)  

  

one of the best posts i have ever read on blonde!

[The Camel]

The more I think about it, the more I think you could just delete the whole thread and leave Acid's post.

The calling Kevmath a douche, Lewis is an "inferior player", "probably going to win this tournament" etc etc

Any or all deserve the same slap Acid got.


EDIT and most of all the relentless lying and bullshitting.

[horseplayer]

There are two camps.. People who don't stake him and those that do/have.

For obvious reasons one camp can see future potential for a big score at whatever costs to others/him.

The others with no monetary interest can freely express what everyone thinks.

Shame on some people though, really tarnished themselves for the sake of $$.

I know this is a shit example but its about as good as I can put it being a thicko. When I was 16 I left school and went to work for British Gas, in those days it was still old school. First port of call for the morning was go to the pub, play darts, go see a few 'women', do a job in the morning (fit a gas fire etc) have dinner, do a job in the afternoon then go home early. It was a real cool job, an apprenticeship of life. Most of the men were sound as a pound but down to earth, they would tell you a spades a spade (it was in York so its expected).

I was unbelievably naive but very cocky, I would run down people I thought were not as clever or as cool as me, taking the piss out of anything, generally being a little above my station (or position as apprentice). I continued to act this way for a good 6 months, it must have rattled some of the older guys around the place but I was by now close with the cool chaps so I didn't realise I was doing anything wrong. On a normal dinner time we went to play snooker at the BG depot, most of the blokes were there eating, smoking, just chilling. I was playing doubles against someone and I said a snide comment about him missing and being shit.  Before I knew it the geezer dropped me, in front of about 20 others, the pain of being slapped didn't matter to me but the fact it happened and a few said I had had it coming. No one helped me out so I just bogged off home and sulked.

The next day I didn't want to go in and face the music but I did. My friend who I sometimes worked with (he was in his mid 30's) came over and chatted to me, he told me that he knew this might happen some day, but it was an important part of growing up, learning a life lesson. He told me a was un liked by a fair few old guard workers, I was stunned and deeply upset I thought I was literally walking on water and nothing could bring me down. He went over things I could work on and learning to treat everyone differently and with the respect they deserved.  I have to say those few weeks after this were some of the hardest in my life, realising I knew absolutely nothing, just because I was billy big bollocks at a few things it literally meant nothing to your average Jo Bloggs unless I acted in a manner of an apprentice and a young pleasent adult. I am so glad I got told what type of person I was before it festered on in my life past my teens.

I have seen so many young poker players who have a disillusioned prospective on life due to the fact they have never had the 'eureka' moment I was lucky to have at 16. I lol so hard when they perceive they have 'the lot' when in reality they have nothing I would want. Sure money is great but without respect for it and the game it is literally worthless. (I am not saying Marc is all of this, I can only judge him on his posts on blonde) But he really really needs a guardian imo, someone to check fold his attitude, that even after everyone has said hes wrong he posts saying he was right.

(ducks for flames)  

  

one of the best posts i have ever read on blonde!

[Doobs]

There are two camps.. People who don't stake him and those that do/have.

For obvious reasons one camp can see future potential for a big score at whatever costs to others/him.

The others with no monetary interest can freely express what everyone thinks.

Shame on some people though, really tarnished themselves for the sake of $$.

Serious question.

Who has tarnished themselves for a dollar, and who are you to judge what everyone thinks?  You certainly haven't got me pegged, if you think I secretly agree with all the ramblings on this thread.

I have no financial interest in marc and am definitely down on staking him, just in case you think I must have been tarnished by the wealth he has sent me in some way.

I used to be young and idealistic, and still have high moral standards of myself.  I learned long ago that you can't go round imposing your standards on everyone else.   There is the route to unhapiness, as you'll find imperfections in everyone if you look hard enough.  I am sure people see them in me too.

He has done OK over the last couple of years, and was clearly the fastest repayer I ever staked, yet he has clearly fked this thing up. 

 

 

[pleno1]

The arrogance isn't thatttytt bad. He did tell me today that he doesn't see how we won't final this comp though. Was deadly serious.

[bobby1]

There are two camps.. People who don't stake him and those that do/have.

For obvious reasons one camp can see future potential for a big score at whatever costs to others/him.

The others with no monetary interest can freely express what everyone thinks.

Shame on some people though, really tarnished themselves for the sake of $$.

I know this is a shit example but its about as good as I can put it being a thicko. When I was 16 I left school and went to work for British Gas, in those days it was still old school. First port of call for the morning was go to the pub, play darts, go see a few 'women', do a job in the morning (fit a gas fire etc) have dinner, do a job in the afternoon then go home early. It was a real cool job, an apprenticeship of life. Most of the men were sound as a pound but down to earth, they would tell you a spades a spade (it was in York so its expected).

I was unbelievably naive but very cocky, I would run down people I thought were not as clever or as cool as me, taking the piss out of anything, generally being a little above my station (or position as apprentice). I continued to act this way for a good 6 months, it must have rattled some of the older guys around the place but I was by now close with the cool chaps so I didn't realise I was doing anything wrong. On a normal dinner time we went to play snooker at the BG depot, most of the blokes were there eating, smoking, just chilling. I was playing doubles against someone and I said a snide comment about him missing and being shit.  Before I knew it the geezer dropped me, in front of about 20 others, the pain of being slapped didn't matter to me but the fact it happened and a few said I had had it coming. No one helped me out so I just bogged off home and sulked.

The next day I didn't want to go in and face the music but I did. My friend who I sometimes worked with (he was in his mid 30's) came over and chatted to me, he told me that he knew this might happen some day, but it was an important part of growing up, learning a life lesson. He told me a was un liked by a fair few old guard workers, I was stunned and deeply upset I thought I was literally walking on water and nothing could bring me down. He went over things I could work on and learning to treat everyone differently and with the respect they deserved.  I have to say those few weeks after this were some of the hardest in my life, realising I knew absolutely nothing, just because I was billy big bollocks at a few things it literally meant nothing to your average Jo Bloggs unless I acted in a manner of an apprentice and a young pleasent adult. I am so glad I got told what type of person I was before it festered on in my life past my teens.

I have seen so many young poker players who have a disillusioned prospective on life due to the fact they have never had the 'eureka' moment I was lucky to have at 16. I lol so hard when they perceive they have 'the lot' when in reality they have nothing I would want. Sure money is great but without respect for it and the game it is literally worthless. (I am not saying Marc is all of this, I can only judge him on his posts on blonde) But he really really needs a guardian imo, someone to check fold his attitude, that even after everyone has said hes wrong he posts saying he was right.

(ducks for flames) 

 

Diff class fella.

tbh my guess is there could be more staking woe stories going around when it comes to settling up after the series.

[cambridgealex]

Awesome post. Can relate a lot. Will post later when I get home.

[smashedagain]

There are two camps.. People who don't stake him and those that do/have.

For obvious reasons one camp can see future potential for a big score at whatever costs to others/him.

The others with no monetary interest can freely express what everyone thinks.

Shame on some people though, really tarnished themselves for the sake of $$.

I know this is a shit example but its about as good as I can put it being a thicko. When I was 16 I left school and went to work for British Gas, in those days it was still old school. First port of call for the morning was go to the pub, play darts, go see a few 'women', do a job in the morning (fit a gas fire etc) have dinner, do a job in the afternoon then go home early. It was a real cool job, an apprenticeship of life. Most of the men were sound as a pound but down to earth, they would tell you a spades a spade (it was in York so its expected).

I was unbelievably naive but very cocky, I would run down people I thought were not as clever or as cool as me, taking the piss out of anything, generally being a little above my station (or position as apprentice). I continued to act this way for a good 6 months, it must have rattled some of the older guys around the place but I was by now close with the cool chaps so I didn't realise I was doing anything wrong. On a normal dinner time we went to play snooker at the BG depot, most of the blokes were there eating, smoking, just chilling. I was playing doubles against someone and I said a snide comment about him missing and being shit.  Before I knew it the geezer dropped me, in front of about 20 others, the pain of being slapped didn't matter to me but the fact it happened and a few said I had had it coming. No one helped me out so I just bogged off home and sulked.

The next day I didn't want to go in and face the music but I did. My friend who I sometimes worked with (he was in his mid 30's) came over and chatted to me, he told me that he knew this might happen some day, but it was an important part of growing up, learning a life lesson. He told me a was un liked by a fair few old guard workers, I was stunned and deeply upset I thought I was literally walking on water and nothing could bring me down. He went over things I could work on and learning to treat everyone differently and with the respect they deserved.  I have to say those few weeks after this were some of the hardest in my life, realising I knew absolutely nothing, just because I was billy big bollocks at a few things it literally meant nothing to your average Jo Bloggs unless I acted in a manner of an apprentice and a young pleasent adult. I am so glad I got told what type of person I was before it festered on in my life past my teens.

I have seen so many young poker players who have a disillusioned prospective on life due to the fact they have never had the 'eureka' moment I was lucky to have at 16. I lol so hard when they perceive they have 'the lot' when in reality they have nothing I would want. Sure money is great but without respect for it and the game it is literally worthless. (I am not saying Marc is all of this, I can only judge him on his posts on blonde) But he really really needs a guardian imo, someone to check fold his attitude, that even after everyone has said hes wrong he posts saying he was right.

(ducks for flames)  

  

one of the best posts i have ever read on blonde!

Then chucks this one in the mix

bill the off duty pig who complained and brought about the case...wp bill him the £1m costs.

[Dewi_cool]

There are two camps.. People who don't stake him and those that do/have.

For obvious reasons one camp can see future potential for a big score at whatever costs to others/him.

The others with no monetary interest can freely express what everyone thinks.

Shame on some people though, really tarnished themselves for the sake of $$.

I know this is a shit example but its about as good as I can put it being a thicko. When I was 16 I left school and went to work for British Gas, in those days it was still old school. First port of call for the morning was go to the pub, play darts, go see a few 'women', do a job in the morning (fit a gas fire etc) have dinner, do a job in the afternoon then go home early. It was a real cool job, an apprenticeship of life. Most of the men were sound as a pound but down to earth, they would tell you a spades a spade (it was in York so its expected).

I was unbelievably naive but very cocky, I would run down people I thought were not as clever or as cool as me, taking the piss out of anything, generally being a little above my station (or position as apprentice). I continued to act this way for a good 6 months, it must have rattled some of the older guys around the place but I was by now close with the cool chaps so I didn't realise I was doing anything wrong. On a normal dinner time we went to play snooker at the BG depot, most of the blokes were there eating, smoking, just chilling. I was playing doubles against someone and I said a snide comment about him missing and being shit.  Before I knew it the geezer dropped me, in front of about 20 others, the pain of being slapped didn't matter to me but the fact it happened and a few said I had had it coming. No one helped me out so I just bogged off home and sulked.

The next day I didn't want to go in and face the music but I did. My friend who I sometimes worked with (he was in his mid 30's) came over and chatted to me, he told me that he knew this might happen some day, but it was an important part of growing up, learning a life lesson. He told me a was un liked by a fair few old guard workers, I was stunned and deeply upset I thought I was literally walking on water and nothing could bring me down. He went over things I could work on and learning to treat everyone differently and with the respect they deserved.  I have to say those few weeks after this were some of the hardest in my life, realising I knew absolutely nothing, just because I was billy big bollocks at a few things it literally meant nothing to your average Jo Bloggs unless I acted in a manner of an apprentice and a young pleasent adult. I am so glad I got told what type of person I was before it festered on in my life past my teens.

I have seen so many young poker players who have a disillusioned prospective on life due to the fact they have never had the 'eureka' moment I was lucky to have at 16. I lol so hard when they perceive they have 'the lot' when in reality they have nothing I would want. Sure money is great but without respect for it and the game it is literally worthless. (I am not saying Marc is all of this, I can only judge him on his posts on blonde) But he really really needs a guardian imo, someone to check fold his attitude, that even after everyone has said hes wrong he posts saying he was right.

(ducks for flames)  

  

one of the best posts i have ever read on blonde!

Then chucks this one in the mix

bill the off duty pig who complained and brought about the case...wp bill him the £1m costs.

Most people thought that though, nice post Acidmouse

[Karabiner]

Great thread Dewi.

[c4ught]

The more I think about it, the more I think you could just delete the whole thread and leave Acid's post.

The calling Kevmath a douche, Lewis is an "inferior player", "probably going to win this tournament" etc etc

Any or all deserve the same slap Acid got.


EDIT and most of all the relentless lying and bullshitting.

I dont think the "probably going to win this tournament" deserves a slap. When I read that post I just thought I wish I had that kind of confidence in my game. That sort of thinking at the table must make players play better.

The name calling and putting people down though I agree with.

dont agree with the clique thing at all

despite a fair number of posts i havent been here that long and have been welcomed by all but one member

the fact i dont no any members in real life adds to my thinking

Fwiw I think clique is possibly the wrong word although not sure how else it could be described. I love reading most of the stuff on here even though I know pretty much no one, to me the "clique" is users that know each other interacting/talking on the forum as they would in a card room or in any other social situation.