Mtoto
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- Sep 28, 2003
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Back in the day going to a bookies was a real experience.
Firstly, the windows were blocked out with drawings of jockeys on horses and a man kicking a ball (for fear that people might catch sight of the inside and become gambling addicts) so when you walked in you were entering blind. For some reason I then remember a bead curtain (was that real?).
Once you actually got inside everyone seemed to be f*cked. One guy would only have only one arm. Another an iron lung. He would, nevertheless, have a rollie on the go as would the other 3 men in there meaning it wasn't clear what direction the desk was through the haze.
I would venture forward past a couple of men watching a horse race on a tiny television mounted high on the wall. There was no emotion, barely even an utterance, as they threw small yellow bits of paper on the floor and reached for pens that were a bit too small to hold comfortably.
I would collect a bit of white paper with carbon paper beneath and write "Grand National" and a horses name on it before creeping up to the desk past the copies of newspapers that were stapled to the wall. A woman would spend a few more seconds than she needed to counting bits of paper behind the desk before taking my slip, passing through a machine I had never seen the like of before and asking for double the amount I thought I had bet. I styled it out. It was OK.
You don't get any of that on line.
When I was working in the City in the mid-80s I used to go to a Hills shop near Finsbury Circus that was up two flights of narrow stairs, with a small room at the top, no furniture of any sort and a single blower on the wall. At lunchtime, punters would gather until there was simply no room for anyone else and latecomers would have to go elsewhere. If it was raining outside, there would sometimes be 30 of us crammed inside, with steam rising gently from our jackets as we stared at the blower bringing news from Fakenham, Plumpton and Sedgefield.