Being partial to monstering the bandit in the NAAFI, my frequent visits to local German pubs harboured in me a fascination with these wall-mounted contraptions with their myriad spinning wheels, columns of flashing lights and random number sequences.The urge to feed the thing with shiny Deutch Marks was strong, tempered only by the begging question - what the **** was going on? It had a life of its own, the wheels spinning of their own volition with only the slightest glance in the general direction of the wretched thing. My curiosity got the better of me and I fed the creature a DM. And so it started - and didn't stop. It played itself for about ten minutes, ignoring my random button pressing and mocking my confused frowning. Eventually, a surly local grunted something at me as he left his seat and hit one of the buttons that had been flashing exactly like all the others. To my astonishment 15 DM dropped into the coin tray. Grateful, I bought the local a beer which he didn't acknowledge and exited the premises utterly confused and bemused. I fully appreciate and respect the sterling work performed by the greatest minds this nation possessed at Bletchley Park but I do not believe for one second that Alan Turing could figure out how a boxhead bandit went around its business. Any cold war puggy fiends encounter these offspring of the enigma machine?