When I was a kid our betting shop was down a narrow back lane, make sure the coast was clear and sidle into Mr. Brookes backyard where bets would be taken through his kitchen window, as it was illegal then. We children were used as we attracted less attention although I bet the local bobby knew it was there, turned a blind eye and probably had the odd flutter himself. I have been into a betting shop maybe half a dozen times since they were legalised because eldest Grandson was briefly an assistant manager in one so it was a social call.
It's a great pity the right of free speech isn't based on the obligation to say something sensible.
My Ex spent a lot of time in betting shops in the 80's - refitting them over night at the weekends for a contractor. It was good money, so a sure bet. His brother was an ardent fan of horse racing and used to bet regularly. I went to a few race meetings back in the day, betting not my thing, but it was good day/evening out socially.
I went to Sandown Park one Boxing Day with a friend and her beau who was mad keen on the gee gees and who studied form very seriously. In the final race, I placed the lowest bet possible on a complete outsider that had a nice name. It came in at 100 to 1 so that covered all my expenses for the day and more. I didn't actually see the race
Don't ask me what I think of you, I might not give the answer that you want me to.
In the final race, I placed the lowest bet possible on a complete outsider that had a nice name.
I had a similar experience. 36 organised a trip to Ascot a few years ago, hired a mini bus and everything. I'd never been to a race meeting before. Tooting along the motorway, looking out of the window, I glimpsed a deer behind some hedging. "Hart" I thought. Why I thought of such an archaic name is beyond me, but hey-ho. "You've got to put a bet on one horse at least," I was told. I chose one with hart in it's name and it won.