Tak for jeres ris og ros, som jeg sætter meget stor pris på.
I stedet for Poker uden tårer afsnit xxx kommer tråden nu til at hedde PUT efterfulgt af en undertitel, så man straks kan se, om man kender historien.
Jeg ville meget gerne vide, hvilke fortællinger, der er bedst og dårligst. Jeg håber, at nogen vil give karakterer på en skala fra 1 til 10.
Indholdsfortegnelse.
01. Sct Pederskroen ca. 1959
02. 5. maj 1945
03. Jazz.Kay.
04. Hipo.
05. OleFræk.
06. Verdens uheldigste mand.
07. Bank-Henry.
08. Sprinter Karl.
09. Bornholmeren - Saxogade
10. Fru Holm.
11. Sagførerenn
12. Ming-Vasen.
13. Den Gloende.
14. Willy fra Amerika.
P.u.t. Sct. Peders Kro ca.1959.
Luften er tyk af røg. Der er plads til 40 mennesker i lokalet, men vi er mindst 60 tilstede. Alle befinder sig omkring de 4 sammenflyttede borde midt i kroen. Det er Spillere fra København og omegn:. SukkerPoul, Robotten, Mumme, Robsy, Hans med Øret, Nålen, Minna , Holger og Harry Guldarm for blot at nævne nogle.
Der er ikke engang plads til ugler (tilskuere, kibitzers), så de må gå hen hen på Pelikanen. Spillet er SevenEleven. Verdens hurtigste hasardspil. Kort fortalt går det ud på, at shooteren (den, som skal kaster terningerne) lægger det beløb på bordet som han vil slå for. Andre spillere dækker beløbet ved at lægge samme beløb oven på. Enhver af de tilstedeværende ved, at shooteren er i disfavør med 1.35 procent. Men de fleste vil helst selv slå, for der er flere fingernme folk blandt spillerne. Hvis shooteren slår (sammenlagt på de to terninger) 2, 3, eller 12. taber han, og hvis han slår seven eller eleven i første slag, vinder han. Hvis han slår noget andet, for eksempel otte , skal han slå otte hjem. Det vil sige, at han skal slå videre, til han slår otte eller syv. Hvis han slår otte før syv, har han slået otte hjem og ta´r kassen eller lader dem ligge til dobbelt op i et nyt spil. Hvis han slår syv, har han tabt og gir terningerne videre til en ny shooter.
Harry er i kanonform. Det er ikke for ingenting, de kalder ham for Harry Guldarm. Han har en speciel kasteteknik, så den ene terning triller, og den anden glider, Det er altid en femmer, der glider. For Harrys skyld, har man lavet den regel, At terningerne skal rasle hørligt. For deres skyld harHharry syet nogle løsthængende terninger ind i jakkeærmet. De rasler, så det kan høres helt ud på gaden, når han ryster armen, medens han holder femmeren med lillefingeren. Det går stærkt. Og man dobler tit indsatserne.
Lie plusli’ er Harry væk. Der var ingen, der havde lagt mærke til det. Men de fleste af pengene var osse væk. Fidusen ved at slå en femmer er, at man ikke kan slå to, tre eller tolv, som er yabsslagene, medens man udmætket godt kan slå seven eller eleven, som er vinderslag.
Klokken er 19, Om en time er der poker hos Harry på Sankt Hans Torv. Harry har fået lidt at drikke, og han har kassen. Jeg må af sted.
Leon.
Put 5. maj 1955 - SukkerPoul.
Det var den 5. maj 1955. 10-årsdagen for Danmarks befrielse. Alle værtshuse havde åbent hele natten og i Torvecaféen var der fuld fart på. Jeg var tavlefører ved billardet. Jeg skulle holde pengene og være dommer. Den var til 2 kr. pr. spil. Ikke fordi det var min livret, men jeg var gået død i pokersjakket og skulle skaffe 25 kr. til et nyt oplæg. Jeg var den eneste som var ædru i det propfyldte lokale, så med lidt sideparéer og kreativ tavleføring lykkedes det på en times tid.
Det var et herligt sjak af halvfulde luderkarle og en enkelt haj. Hajen var SukkerPoul, (Det var vist noget med rationeringsm&#
Put
klasse :-)
Du forstår at genskabe stemningen fra de gode gamle dage.
Kender de fleste af drengene selvom de godt nok var skubbet lidt ned i underbevidstheden.
Ja, dengang var poker noget tys-tys noget. I mange år var det kun Spjæt, som vidste hvad jeg bedrev i nattetimerne. Familie og omgangskreds måtte intet vide. Almindelig opfattelse af poker gik på, at man kun kunne vinde ved at snyde - og så måtte man jo være en skidt fyr :)
Poul, du har altid været en haj. Undtagen dengang, du skulle lære at spille manilla i Dybbølsgade. hahaha.
jaja, Razga. Men jeg kan ikke skrive så hurtigt,som du kan læse. lol
Men der kommer en sjov en senere på ugen.
m.v.h. <leon.
Det vil jeg se frem til :D
Du tager dig bare den tid du skal bruge - jeg venter i spænding
Så er "Den Gloende" færdig. Lad mig høre, om I ka' li' den.
m.v.h. Leon.
A boy and his date were parked on a back road some distance from town, doing what boys and girls do on back roads some distance from town. Things were getting hot and heavy when the girl stopped the boy. "I really should have mentioned this earlier, but I'm actually a hooker and I charge $20 for sex," she said. The boy just looked at her for a couple of seconds, but then reluctantly paid her, and they did their thing. After the cigarette, the boy just sat in the driver's seat looking out the window. "Why aren't we going anywhere?" asked the girl. "Well, I should have mentioned this before, but I'm actually a taxi driver, and the fare back to town is $25."
Der fik han godt nok en lang næse ham den ”Den gloende blyant”, herlig historie Leon :)
/Dafne
lonely widow decided that she needed another man in her life, so she placed a personal ad that read: RICH WIDOW LOOKING FOR MAN TO SHARE LIFE AND FORTUNE WITH THE FOLLOWING QUALIFICATIONS: 1. WON'T BEAT ME UP, 2. WON'T RUN AWAY, 3. HAS TO BE GREAT IN BED. For several months, her phone rang off the hook, her doorbell was ringing constantly, she received tons of mail, etc., all to no avail. None of the men seemed to meet her qualifications. Then one day the doorbell rang yet again. She opened the door to find a man, with no arms and no legs, lying on the welcome mat. Perplexed, she asked, "Who are you and what do you want?" "Hi," said the man "Your search is over, for I am the man of your dreams. I've got no arms, so I can't beat you up and I've got no legs, so I can't run away." The old woman asked, "What makes you think you're so great in bed?" To which he replied, "I rang the doorbell, didn't I?"
A young couple are on their way to Vegas to get married. Before getting there, the girl said to the guy that she has a confession to make; the reason that they have not been too intimate is because she is very flat chested. If the guy wishes to cancel the wedding, it is okay with her. The guy thought about it for a while, and said he does not mind she is flat, and sex is not the most important thing in a marriage. Several miles down the road, the guy turned to the girl and said that he also wants to make a confession; he said below his waist, it is just like a baby. If the girl wants to cancel the marriage, it is okay with him. The girl thought about it for a while and said that she does not mind, and she also believed there are other things far more important than sex in a marriage. They were happy that they are honest with each other. They went on to Vegas and got married. On their wedding night, the girl took off her clothes; she is as flat as a washboard. Finally, the guy took off his clothes. One glance at the guy's naked body, the girl fainted and fell to the floor. After she became conscious, the guy asked, "I told you before we got married. Why did you still faint?" The girl said, "You told me it was just like a baby." The guy replied, "Yes, 8 pounds and 21 inches."
Bill Gates dies and goes to heaven. Saint Peter greets him at the pearly gates and says, "Bill you're such a unique individual that we've decided to give you a choice between heaven and hell." Bill thinks about this and asks if he can get a look at the two options. St. Peter says, "Sure, I've got a couple of windows you can look through." So he opens the window to heaven and Bill sees lots of angels sitting on clouds plucking harps.
Peter then opens the second window to hell. It's a brightly lit casino with lots of people drinking, laughing, and having a good time. There are naked dancing girls on stage and in the corner a nice little poker room. A whole bunch of poker greats are playing Bill's favorite $3-$6 Hold'em. There's an empty seat with chips and they wave at Bill to come join them in the game. Bill tells Saint Peter that he's decided that hell looks like its more fun than heaven and he wants to join the poker game. Saint Peter snaps his fingers and Bill's wish is granted.
Well about 6 months go by and Saint Peter decides to see how his friend Bill is doing. He opens the window to hell and there is Bill shackled by his ankles, hanging over a fiery pit. Peter asks him how he likes his new home. Bill says, "Saint Peter, this isn't anything like you showed me. What happened?"
Saint Peter responds, "Sorry Bill, I thought you realized that was just the demo version."
Mange tak, jeg vil foreslå Susanne Bier, at KimN får rollen som Ræven, og Snoogy spiller Willy fra Amerika. hahaha.
Hipo
I began playing Poker in 1949 when I wasserving my apprenticeship. I was very young, and I was eagerly listening, when the old boys were telling stories from World War II.
Holger told this one:
”We were playing at 42 Gothersgade 5th floor when somebody flung opened the door, and four Hipo-Soldiers came running in with raised guns. (Hipo, Hilfpolizei were Danish Nazi-soldiers) . They searched the pockets of a player and took his money They ordered him to go down the stairs and started to search the pockets of the next player. Then we heard a shot from the yard. They took his money too and ordered him to go downstairs. We heard one more shot, and now it was my turn.
They took my money, and I went down the stairs with shivering legs. When I reached the yard, I saw a drunken Hipo-soldier. He was shooting up in the air, and heseemed very amused.
OK, everybody has his own sense of humour, but I was not in the mood for laughing
At 8 o´cloch same evening the two poker tables were filled up again”. Lol.
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Leon Sorensen.
when I was serving my apprenticeship
telling stories from World War II - ingen artikel
Opdel sætningen så det bliver ..the next player. Then we heard a shot..
WITH shivering legs
..he seemed very amused.
Ingen bindestreg mellem poker tables.
Det staves o'clock.
Hilsen Katrine
Mange tak for korrekturlæsning. Katrine W.
med venlig hilsen
Pokerbedstefar.
Det er nu 2 uger siden at vi fik en ny historie, det var sq nemmere dengang at man ikke vidste der eksisterede så gode historier.
Kom nu med den bog, måske er alle de store sites gået sammen og har saboteret skrivningen da de vidste at der så ikke ville være nogen der spillede på deres sites den følgende uge efter udgivelsen.