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Great Posts _ Betting shop characters (Part One)
AM I TOO EARLY 28 Jul 22:51 The Sentry
Nice bloke named John, did his National Service, but when he came
out wasn't quite right. Intelligent, articulate, his only fault was
walking up and down the shop in a straight line from the door to the
counter. If somebody came in he would stop, wait for them to move
aside, then carry on. I knew his dad, who managed a local chippie,
said he was some sort of table tennis player before his National
Service, and he showed me all Johns trophies. But when he came out
he never touched a bat again.
AM I TOO EARLY 28 Jul 22:51 CATWEAZEL
Stick thin bloke with massive amounts of pent up energy...he
would journey from the high rise buildings, speed walking at an
Olympic pace, with a bookies' pen clutched in each fist. Named
Catweazel because of his straggly long hair and beard and uncanny
resemblance to the TV character. Always marked the display copy of
the Racing Post and found a compelling reason why the last winner
was indeed a CERTAINTY even though it started at 66/1 and was
trained by a lady who hadn't had a winner for two years. Backed in
every race with a daily budget of £2.
Mysteriously disappeared from the bookies only to reappear 6
months later, carrying an extra five stones in weight.
AM I TOO EARLY 28 Jul 22:51 THE BIRD MAN
walks in bookies with best picks sorted in mind , talks to locals
, and reads RP , changes all his picks , does his dough and three of
his original picks romp home , says to all who will listen i don't
believe my luck today , does ex the same next time in..
AM I TOO EARLY 28 Jul 22:52 The Muppet
The boy/girl who prances like a flamingo around the counter all
day, dressed in a red and white outfit, although new strains are
seen in blue/white...green/white combinations. . often seen
constantly jabbering into a cell phone, whilst avoiding the
attention of all the other members of that days community,. they
very rarely enter into conversation with the others, often giving
the impression that they are 'better'. paid to manage the
establishment, these days any talent has long been lost through
in-breeding and the only words heard are 'i'll have to phone that
over'. universally despised.
AM I TOO EARLY 28 Jul 22:52 THE FORECASTER
A man who only bets on forcasts and tricasts, usually staking
about 50p a race. No matter what wins he will wave his betting slip
at anyone within 2 metres range saying` look at that nearly had the
forecast up`. If on the extremely rare occasion he wins , he will
tell everybody about it for about 2 weeks
AM I TOO EARLY 28 Jul 22:52 LOTTO LADY
Apart from the female members of staff, this is one of the only
women to enter the shop. Usually seen on Wednesdays and Saturdays.
Whilst a lot of people look like their pets, the Whiskers and over
powering smell of ammonia is ridiculous. Always leaves here shopping
trolly just insde the dor, much to the annoyance of Fatweazle as its
in the way of 'His' Chair.
AM I TOO EARLY 28 Jul 22:53 The Fortune Teller
this is gospel. the fella who has never studdied form, or indeed
has a memory of more than one day. for fifteen years has constantly
made a profit. 'i dont know why or how - i admit im lucky'. has 33-1
cartoon winners, 20-1 nags, and 25-1 ap dogs more often than i have
tunnocks caramel. the first punter, the hillys have had to look at
that doesnt actually know what he is doing. i used to settle his
lucky 15s (do not see 'the muppet!') - now my business partner.
AM I TOO EARLY 28 Jul 22:53 HARRY THE LIAR (R.I.P.)
Lovely bloke, ex-docker, looked about 80 since he 40. His son had
a dry-cleaners in Romford and it was bought out by Billy Hills
because of its location. Every time he told us how big the house was
that John had bought out of the money, somebody famous had moved '
next door' .
It was estimated that in five years it went from a 3 bed terrace
to the size of the Ponderosa.
Used to bet 3 dogs in a f/c combination for 30p, and when he had
4 losing races on the trot he would stop and his catch phrase was '
Done the rent, gas oven job.'
He died in 1994.
'Gas oven job' is still used in the shop today when a horse wins
and slaughters us.
AM I TOO EARLY 28 Jul 22:53 FRANKIES FAN
Big guy places his bet and stands right in the centre of the main
screen. Starts to get agitated as the race develops in the first 50
strides. "Go on son. Push it. Jockey 'im in there. That's my
boy." "Hold 'im. Hold 'im, Musso" "The gap! The
gap, ya scrote!" "Let it go, let it go ya eyetie ****. No
wait!" "Watch the rail. Watch the ****** rail. Look out,
Fallons coming!" "Kick it, man. What's you're *******
problem. It's waiting to be smacked" "Push on, push on,
push on, ******* PUSH ON!" "Yes go on, go on Frankie.
YES!!!!!!!!!!" "****** ****. You big stupid lazy pasta
eating gobsh!te!" "Stewards want knobbin'"
Kicks the table on his way out and hurls the slip at the screen.
"Newb 3.30 Fav £1 win"
Jayco 28 Jul 22:54 why did this thread get pulled last time? was
an excellent read
AM I TOO EARLY 28 Jul 22:54 THE DISGRACE
About 50 years old, he has been drinking Tennants Super since
9.30. In an attempt to use the toilet he has removed his trouser
completely but cant get them back on so they are now just tied
around his waist. Blood trickles from a small wound on his forehead.
He approaches every punter that comes in with a lurching gait but
does not say anything, either because he has forgotten what to say
or, possibly, how to speak altogether. Doesn't appear to place any
bets at all.
[This "character" is usually found in the c o r a l s
next to Ladbroke Grove tube station]
AM I TOO EARLY 28 Jul 22:54 ROBERT 'CRACKERJACK' AGIMBO.
About the only african I have any time for, he's now 70, and
still makes me laugh today. He came into the shop in the early 70s,
stood in the middle of the floor and proudly announced ' I have a
dream'
Cue the jokes, and when they died down I asked him what his dream
was.
He pointed to the Jackson and Lowe wall sheet and said quite
loudly 'Dis hoss.... will win dis race.'
'Stick your money where your mouth is Robert' I told him.
He pulled out a tenner, a big bet back then, and walked to the
counter with it between his teeth (his teeth are a story on their
own).
He had £10 to win, not a fiver each way.
The horse was Bolkonski, and it won at 50-1.
Three weeks later he came back in and said he had had another
dream. Everybody went silent and waited. He pointed out a 16-1 shot
on the wall sheet, and slowly but surely most of the people who
ridiculed him before Bokonski, backed this nag.
After the race, where the horse was nearer last than first, he
pulled out a betting slip from L a d d i e s with a £3 bet on the
winner at 6/1, and said ' You white people are so stoopid, as if I
could dream a winner twice.'
And every person in the shop, even those who backed this nag,
laughed their heads off.
AM I TOO EARLY 28 Jul 22:55 No idea Jayco. Somebody must have
posted something really offensive on purpose, or complained about
it.
AM I TOO EARLY 28 Jul 22:56 CRACKERJACK AGAINST THE CLOCK
He went early Saturday morning to Hackney dogs in his old Ford
Corsair, but when got there he had no money, he had left it at home.
He came into the shop with a daft grin on his face.
He had raced home to get his money and try to get back before the
first race. In his mad rush he had actually snapped the gearstick
off. When he showed it to us some wag said 'Never mind Robert, you
always wanted an automatic.'
He backed all of Pat Edderys mounts that afternoon in singles,
doubles and trebles.
He rode 4 winners, and Crackerjack got a new car !!!!
AM I TOO EARLY 28 Jul 22:56 Doug the Gardener...................
Compulsive-Wife would ring up on Payday Usual bet 1224Hackney £1 Rf/c
2-4 10p Cf/c 2-5-6 20p Sf/c 4-3 5p Rf/c 5-1 60p Sf/c 3-2 5p Rf/c4-5
5p Cf/c 6-1-4 £2 Sf/c 3-1 Every race was a novel. Poor sod couldn't
think why he kept losing!!
AM I TOO EARLY 28 Jul 22:56 DAMBUSTER
I punted in a shop with a resident old man - always smartly
turned out, clean, lived just up the road with his missus, who ran
the local museum. He had been a pilot in Bomber Command - he didn't
big it up, but he could be drawn into reminiscing about splendid
nights raining death on Dresden or some such high jinks. He backed
favourites (always trying to nick an eighth of a point as if his
whole well-being depended on it), using a bastardised doubling-up
system which involved him squiggling incessantly on post-it notes on
the shop table, and defacing the shop Racing Post, which he guarded
like a jealous mother polar bear. He bet mostly on Greyhounds, which
were his passion in the continuing and regrettable absence of war.
Well into his sixties he would drive to Hove or somewhere equally
distant to back a jolly in a graded race if it took his eye - he was
a fine old chap.
AM I TOO EARLY 28 Jul 22:57 THE CHINAMAN (edited by me)
asian man with enormous wad of cash ...collecting from the
pay-out and bunging £500 on trap 2 whilst hes waiting
AM I TOO EARLY 28 Jul 22:57 The para corporal
who does dog forecasts combinations [ 3 dogs and he fondly
imagines he has cover half the possibles ! ]
the swearing that goes on when a ' FREAK' dog splits his ' best
two' is quite fantastic
AM I TOO EARLY 28 Jul 22:58 SMELLIE NELLIE
Sat on her throne, in the corner. Unmistakable stench of urine
pulsating thru the day. Unfortunate bullied husband doing all her
running during the afternoon. Bet 3 or 4 per race, always ew(w@nkers)
comb fc and tc if poss to 2 1/2p. Perm placepots to a 1p. Nightmare
ew multis 3 heinzs on 1 slip. After about 1 year realised she was as
honest as the day was long. Did'nt bother to settle her bets just
asked her how much was the return. Disapeared all of a sudden. Never
seen again. Husband prob did a Freddy West. Nobody sat on her chair,
not out of respect, still stunk of p1ss.
AM I TOO EARLY 28 Jul 22:58 FAVOURITE BACKERS
Loads of them. Found in every shop I've ever spent time in. No
need to ask them what they fancy in a race, it's always the
favourite. Swear profusely whenever a favourite gets beat but it
won't stop them backing the next one. One story involving one of
these characters, who was also an annoying drunk. He announces that
a horse called Ballerina, the 15/8 Fav, will win the next race at
Kempton. He puts his money on and then spends the next 10 minutes
annoying everyone in the shop and then the race starts. Ballerina is
out the back but makes up the ground and wins with our man roaring
him home. Next few minutes spent saying " I told you, you lot
wouldn't listen to me" etc and then he goes to collect his
winnings. "Nothing to come on this, mate" says the
settler. Transpires he wrote the bet out as Kempton 3.00 £xx win
FAV. In the 10 minutes was busy annoying the other punters, he did
not notice Ballerina had drifted from 15/8 Fav to 6/1! How we
laughed and never saw him again after that.
AM I TOO EARLY 28 Jul 22:59 More later, off to watch The Shield.
Jayco 28 Jul 23:01 never saw it campo but after reading it, i use
to have tears running down my cheeks from laughing, told a friend of
mine ( ex shop manager ) i'd print it off for him then whoosh it was
gone
Mandylou 28 Jul 23:04 must go down as the all time best thread on
any betfair forum , classic that should be turned into a book
strat 28 Jul 23:14 Machine Man
comes in the shop pockets full of coins (no notes), doesnt put a
bet on. Plays the fruit machines all day. Puts in about £200, wins
the £20 jackpot and goes home happy.
you missed that one ;)
AM I TOO EARLY 29 Jul 00:00 GEORGE THE GREEK.
Came over from Cyprus in the 60's to escape National Service and
set up his own cafe.About 60 years of age,22 stone,combover,but
still thinks he is God's gift to women.Bets in every race during the
day,invariably waving his hands and muttering obscenities when his
dog gets knocked over/horse gets short-headed.Looks so weary and
tired and never seems to have any luck.Has won and lost about six
cafes/restaurants in his time and will never stop gambling until he
pops his clogs.At night he can be seen in the Casino with his bit on
a side(a six stone aircraft blonde sparrer from Battersea),whilst
his loyal wife spends her time running the cafe.Always wears the
same clothes and drives a clapped out old Merc.Does not want to be a
winner.Next stop-the taxi cabs ?
AM I TOO EARLY 29 Jul 00:01 THE RACE COMMENTATOR
Very scruffily dressed, doesn't look as if he's met soap this
month. Chews nervously on his slip, waiting for his big moment. As
they come into the last two furlongs, his time comes. He's front and
centre, calling them home in a loud and clear voice. You can't hear
the real commentary, only his. He sounds very professional, maybe he
once did this for a living. The problem is, he gets all the names
mixed up and always calls the wrong winner. This causes confusion
and disappointment among the punters, none of whom can tell the
winner without hearing the commentary.
AM I TOO EARLY 29 Jul 00:01 THE CARTOON RACE AFICIONADO
In the Hampstead shop, back in 02-03, a middle-aged (guessing 45)
distinguished looking professor type with plenty of bucks would bet
only on the cartoon horse races, without looking even glancingly at
the form. He'd watch the parade carefully, muttering to himself
about the look of one or the name of another, then with only seconds
before the off, he'd dash comically (and rather recklessly) to the
window, where no one was ever in his way, to put down 20 pounds each
way on at least a 10-1 shot (he'd never bet the faves). Then the
best part would begin. He'd then urge his make-believe nag on:
"Run, my pet, run!" "Go, go, go, go, go, go!"
"Use the whip, you PlONK!" "Now, hit the hole...
NOWWWWWWWWWWWW!"
Then, when it became clear that his horse wasn't even on the
screen, and would not factor in the race (or even be called by the
commentator), he said this, always:
"Look at him! He doesn't want to run! The ****er doesn't
want to run!"
It was funny the first 100 times, then it got rather tiresome.
Saw him win a few times on 33-1 shots, and of course any horse that
won for him, he'd bet every time the horse ran again. Heard the
bloke moved to the northern country, where we imagine he's now
betting the cartoon dog races. Hampstead shop is just not the same.
MARKET GEORGE
Used to run a stall on a sat morning market in my old town.Sat
afternoon went in bookies and invarioubly blew the lot and ended up
trying to sub people for a tenner.Asked me once if he could borrow
my new Timeform Flat annual.Yeah no probs George I said.Bought it in
the next week,never saw it again..He sold it!
AM I TOO EARLY 29 Jul 00:01 LUCKY FRED
Back in the late 60's 83 year old Fred was a regular at
independent bookie Joe's little shop. This was in the days of sound
commentary only of course when the commentary found it's way into
the shop through the "blower". Ex plummer Fred was a poor
gambler, regularly blowing his pension after 3 or 4 days with a
succession of tanner bets, with the occasional shilling invested if
he had something special.
One particular day Fred walked into Joe's place and said "Joe,there's
a big race on Saturday. Can you find me a price for Black Flash?
I've got a really good tip for it". "Sure", says Joe,
"no problem". Joe thumbs through a few papers and says,
"It's a rank outsider Fred, I've got 66's down here".
"Ok", said Fred, "put me £20 win on it and I'll take
the price".Joe looks at Fred in astonishment and says,
"that's over a years pension Fred, don't be silly".
"Well if you don't want the bet I'm sure the big boys would be
happy to take it", says Fred. "Well if you insist I'll
take your brass but I think "you're mad". Fred hands the
cash over and Joe gives him the betting slip. £20 Black Flash 66/1.
Joe feels sorry for Fred. Poor old pensioner, hardly a penny to
his name, must have some savings though. £20 is a heck of a lot of
money. What a waste. He decides to ring his mate Charlie who gives
the sound commentary. "Charlie, Joe here. I've had an old chap
in today, regular punter, usually has sixpenny bets, must be in his
80's, always skint after a few days of getting his pension. Anyway
today he came into the shop. Says he's got a good tip. Black Flash,
big race Saturday, he put £20 on it at 66's. Think it's 100/1 at
Windsors. "Blimey", says Charlie, "must be mad".
"That's what I thought, anyway he's a nice old chap and I've
been thinking. When you give the commentary, can you include Black
Flash as if it's running really well? Make him think he's in with a
shout. At least that way he'll get a bit of pleasure out of the
race. £20, can't believe it. Only ever taken one bet bigger than
that" "Ok, says Charlie, I'll do that, bit irregular, but
I'll do what you ask".
It's Saturday.Fred's in his seat 10 minutes before the off,
clutching his betting slip. Word had got round about Fred's bet and
everyone was on Black Flash, albeit to modest stakes. The bookies is
packed.
And they're off in this 3 mile handicap chase and Black Flash
goes straight to the front from Yellow River and Red Canyon. Over
the 1st and it's Black Flash going on by 6 lenghts. No change in the
order as they head towards the 4th fence, although the rest of the
field headed by Red Canyon and Yellow River are closing
significantly. 4 fences to jump now and Black Flash appears to be
weakening and is passed by both Red Canyon and Yellow River, with
Grey Swallow making good progress. Over the 2nd last and Grey
Swallow goes on by 2 lenghts from Pink Slipper who is finishing
well. Black Flash also appears to have got his second wind. Over the
last fence and Pink Slipper takes it up on this long run in. Black
Flash moves into second. Black Flash takes it up and goes on by 3, 4
6 lenghts and I aren't kidding Joe.
Hence the name Lucky Fred.
AM I TOO EARLY 29 Jul 00:02 NENINIT (silent T)
A non-stop drone from this irritant, who sounds like next-door's
TV is on too loud. He stands in front of the screen cheering on
horses and dogs he hasn't backed because he picked them out on the
off, then if they win says, "see, I told you that'd win"
His bets are generally 5p e/w or 10p win singles, with occasional 5p
e/w doubles, usually covering 8 or 9 selections. He backs dogs,
horses, AND cartoon racing, Picking out any that have the letter Z
in them, which is unfortunate as he possesses a speech defect which
means the letter Z sounds like NEN or NED. He once had a 5p e/w
yankee and had a winner a place and a loser, with one to run in the
evening.... So he could potentially win £10 or so. The race was at
8.10, he came in at 6.30, and sat waiting for it to run., It placed.
He said what he always says: "I thought that would come in, its
got a neninit"
AM I TOO EARLY 29 Jul 00:02 MAD VIC
Still a regular in the shop, and the only punter I ever barred,
when I was there! We always kept our bets in piles behind the
counter, as I'm sure most bookies do. There was a 'Race by Race'
pile, a 'multiples' pile, and a pile just for Vic.
His bets comprise a variety of mistakes. an example might be say
at 12.02, he'll put a bet on something like:
12:03 T1 4 5 6 5.17 T1 2 3 4 11.31 T4 6 5D (not one of his more
awkward efforts either)
Which means; 1203 (there isn't a 12:03) Traps 1,4,5 or 6
5:17 Traps 1,2,3,4
11:31 (which has already run) traps 4 or 6 5p win doubles
He's 74, and claims he's dyslexic (which doesn't stop the
graffiti, he wrote all over the wall in the loo). but he places a
bet approximately every 3 minutes, and virtually every one has at
least 2 errors on it, and never stakes more than £2
The new shop owners let him in, because he's good for betting
slip turnover, and I asked the other day, how much does he lose? he
can't be good for the business! I was told. No, He wins overall.
AM I TOO EARLY 29 Jul 00:03 Guy in my local betting shop called
Colin. Walks with a hunch, has about 3 teeth, hovers around the
gambler offering poor advice, has 25p bets, has worn the same green
jacket for 13 years (and never washed it once) and is a registered
s.ex offender.
Lovely chap.
AM I TOO EARLY 29 Jul 00:03 THE PICNIC BOYS
As far as I know, still go in Billy Hills shop opposite Rathbone
Market, east London. Two complete pi55heads aged about 34-36, they
arrive at 10-15 a.m. on Saturdays with sandwich boxes, and about 80
cigarettes. Every time they bet, they smoke, whether they are eating
or not when they bet makes no difference. By noon they've got 24
cans of 3.0% lager under the chairs ready to drink, and make a nice
pyramid of the empties during the day. Try telling them it's illegal
to drink alcohol in a betting shop and they get abusive. The first
bets of the day are 5p lucky 15s, 31s and 63s on the shortest odds
running. Every other bet is a £1 win single on a favourite. When
racing is over the pair of pillocks come to the counter, pi55ed, and
hand over their tickets one at a time. When you say 'Nothing on
that' (because you've got all their bets in front of you in
numerical order) you get treated to ' Lying bar steward, check it
again.'
This is why they are barred from our shop.
AM I TOO EARLY 29 Jul 00:04 GEORGE
nice old boy who knows his onions. Unfortunatley had a stroke and
cant speak or control his saliva. Very good dribbler hence baptised
George after the one and only Mr Best, another very good dribbler.
AM I TOO EARLY 29 Jul 00:04 In the early eighties, there was a
guy who frequented LBOs in the west side of Edinburgh who had the
nickname (bestowed by staff) of Bible John. This was because of his
uncanny resemblance to the police photo-fit of a character known by
the same name who was wanted for murdering several women in Glasgow
in preceding years. (Case still unsolved as far as I know.) Anyway,
this guy had the weirdest ritual for trying to gather luck to
himself. He would place a bet, then head straight for the toilet
where he'd stand lighting matches, blowing them out and dropping
them on the floor. Believe me, he could get through a lot of
matches. One day he had a straight forecast up - at Hackney dogs I
think - with his last two quid. It paid over £100 to £1, and he
told us seriously that he regarded it as a gift from God. Did I say
weird?
AM I TOO EARLY 29 Jul 00:05 THE PICKER UPPER..............
...Goes round the shop picking up the betting slips thrown away
on the floor and checks em against results in case they are actually
winners ....Saw him get a £96 win off the floor on one occasion
....and that was 20+years ago....
AM I TOO EARLY 29 Jul 00:05 THE PUTTER ONNER..........
The one guy in the shop who would put on bets for the under age
kids hanging round outside ...with their slip wrapped round their
coins ........Considered himself a kind of Robin Hood ....doing good
for the under priveleged ......Then beaming at the Payout as
"HE" picked up "HIS" winnings .......Look at me
Ive won AGAIN !!... .....before quietly slipping out to give the
winning kid his winning money ......
AM I TOO EARLY 29 Jul 00:06 Theres one guy that used to frequent
a Hills in south London who always used to bet on the cartoon
racing. One time, he was convinced that the second favourite was
going to win and had £20. The 'horse' finished nowhere. He took me
aside and for 10 minutes proceeded to rant on about how virtual
racing was crooked and that they changed the outcome of the race
because of the weight of his £20. He bet the 2nd favourite in
everything (dogs,horses,cartoon) and often seemed to add a little
bit of something special to his rollies.
AM I TOO EARLY 29 Jul 00:06 BERN .
i do the odd day working in an inderpenent shop and over the
years have seen a fair few characters . BERN is my fav . he usually
backs the fav and if it gets beat he blames the jockey , calling him
all the names under the sun . the best time was when he came into
the shop in the middle of the afternoon had a quick glance at the
colours in the rp then turned to watch the screen . after a few
seconds he declares in front of the whole shop ,' look at this ****
on the fav . hes not trying an inch' . another punter pipes up ,'
bern , there only going down to the start ! cue mass laughter in the
shop . he then of course backed the fav . and it got beat in a photo
.
AM I TOO EARLY 29 Jul 00:06 West London Billys shop late 1970's.
We used to have this regular punter. Scruffy bloke. Unshaven,
crumpled suit and plimsolls. He would stand right in the middle of
the shop reading the Life. It was our sworn duty to notify the race
room he was in as he would start of with a little warm up of say £300
on a dog, the bigger the price the better. £400 on 20/1 horses. £50
Straight forecasts on 2 lumpy priced ones. The guy would lose
thousands almost every time he walked in and the race room would be
laughing.
Except some days his luck would be in and he would win thousands
which always led to weird swopping of cash from the till to payout
until sometimes we would run out of money and would have to send out
to other shops for it. And he would go on and on. Somedays he would
hit us very hard but he always insisted we get his money, all his
money, before the shop shut. He was a really nice guy although he
never tipped us a penny for all the ringing his bets through we had
to do. Sometimes he would do all his dough and end up doing £2
forecasts and fiver win bets but give him a few days and back he
would come.Some said he owned clubs others whispered he was bank
robber. Whatever he was, he was very entertaining
AM I TOO EARLY 29 Jul 00:07 THE SHOPAHOLIC CASHIERS ..........
...In the smaller shops ....always Fat + Late 40's early 50's
....one would go out for her shopping ....come back and show the
other one every item she'd bought , baby romper suit , nice cardigan
, shoes , little toy for grandchild .... ...The queue stood watching
the clock tick round to the race start / dog start .....nobody dared
shout out ... " Oi how about some service " ....Not with
those "ladies " you didnt ....
...Then the other one would go out shopping .....and the same
scene when SHE returned .....
AM I TOO EARLY 29 Jul 00:07 When i was between 14 and 17 years
old i used to go to the pub with Dad and his mates on a Saturday
morning. Lets just say there were no value hunters amongst the 8 or
9 men i used to run round the bookies for. They used to send me
round constantly with a little bung of a couple of quid every now
and then, tho sometimes more when winners were in town. I used to
gamble with this and my pocket money. One day i got lucky and ended
up having 40 quid (massive bet for me at that time) on a horse
called Miesque at 4/1 which won. Problem was id lost the betting
slip. Well the very day the horse won i had been sent in earlier to
claim a lost bet for one of my Dads mates who was WELL ******. Dads
mate told me to write the repeat slip out myself. I did (naively)
and of course the manager could see HUGE descrepencies between his
and my handwriting.
THEN my horse wins and i (legally this time) go to claim my
winnings without my slip. Of course now the manager wont have it and
starts telling me 'we,d have to send people around to interview
you'. I dont know if he was being truthful but off i went to try and
find a betting slip worth 200 nicker (which felt like a fortune to
me at that time). The Saturday id lost the ticket had seen me in 4
different pubs following my dad and mates around. Only one pub would
let me in to check the bins out the back. Yes, i kid you not, me, a
mate and the cleaner of the pub went out the back of the boozer and
was greeted by about 35 black sacks of rubbish. So off we set.......
it was only a hour later and after sifting through hundreds of
betting slips with **** all over them, even picking up a piece of
ham once thinking it was the little pink ticket that this particular
bookie uses. THEN the cleaner held up a ticket for the 50th time and
this time from 4 feet away i could see through the slip and saw the
number 4 in a circle. Knowing id taken the 4/1 i thought PLEASEEEEEE.
delighted to tell you.....it WAS the ticket and how i LOVED slapping
it on the bookies desk with **** all over it. I brought the cleaner
a bottle of Tia Maria (her tipple) gave me mate a tenner (he was
well happy) and happily put my wad in my pocket smiling like a
cheshire cat....
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