Moby (CDs) hates Las Vegas. He tries to love the place, he does, but it’s so full of old people.

"It’s hard to feel excited about gambling when you’re at the nickel slots in between a 75 year-old woman with emphysema and some truck driver who’s been there for three days on a crystal meth bender." Moby said with a disappointed big lip.

We were never going to be running Moby’s fan club (not until he decides to knock out something with a bit of backbone anyway), but the cute bald poppet has got a point about Las Vegas.

"The first time I came here (Las Vegas) I had visions of Elvis and the Rat Pack.” he added.

Las Vegas is somewhere most folk on a meagre paycheque will never see. Though saying that, many people without so much as a static caravan to their name decide to make it their Mecca every year. 

Glossy movies and Five TV tends to keep the old Vegas alive with Casino-esque images of leggy blonde lovelies and gangsters in shiny tonic suits.

“I imagined an odd, degenerate glamour. But after seven or eight visits I’ve never seen anything remotely glamorous about Las Vegas.”

Poor
disillusioned
Moby.

Those of you who haven’t yet watched The Cooler (DVDs) should put a hand in their pocket and buy a copy. Moby’s cutting remarks about the legendary home of geriatric gambling will seem all too real.

Plus, the sight of a pretty woman cupping William H. Macy’s balls in her hand can only really be a service for the good. Let’s face it, we all leave the house too much anyway.

[story by Chris Laverty]