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There may be people reading this who live in countries where gambling is illegal, for whom not ever having placed a bet is far from unusual.
I, however, live in England. The phrase “what, not even on the Grand National?” comes up whenever I mention that I’ve never visited a bookmaker.
No. Not even on the Grand National. Not even the National Lottery.
It’s not that they’re hard to find – there are two within 5 minutes from my house. I’ve just never seen the need.
And then there’s this whole ‘culture’ about it – lots of people who gamble are really serious about it (I imagine because they owe loads of money to angry men with cricket bats), and I don’t think they’d necessarily welcome me knobbing about in the betting shop, trying to figure out what the fuck I’m doing.
I don’t think gambling is inherently immoral or anything; I’ve just never had that much money to throw around – or in gambling parlance: “lose”
Also, I’ve studied statistics, and that always makes gambling rather less fun.
Anyway, with this in mind, I was invited to the dog track last night.
Again, for people living elsewhere, this might seem like an unusual place to go – a bit of a day out, perhaps. But I’ve lived around the corner from it for fifteen years, so it’s not exactly a bastion of the unknown. I’ve just never actually, y’know, been inside.
It was very exciting at first. There was a password to get in and everything. Continue reading »