Sods' law then manifested itself in the image of Noel, resulting in the usual clip on
the ear and marching orders back out into the street, ear still stinging. In no-mans
land, my colleague and I lined up and let fly a couple of peas in Noel' s direction. He,
by this time, was sitting on his perch, chin resting on his folded arms on the jukebox.
As luck would have it, my pea hit Noel on the right ear. You could tell he didn' t
like it, because in an instant he'd vaulted over between the two pintables and was
approaching at a frightening rate. We ran down the high street and eventually got
ourselves lost in the crowd. We found refuge in another safe arcade, and for many
weeks, kept wisely clear of Noel's arcade.
Three floor-standing machines:
Ahrens Pile Driver, what app ears to be a large working model and a Laughing Sailor.
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