It's no wonder gamblers get a bad reputation. In the casino on Thursday, I was confronted with two men who were clearly entrenched in the dregs of society. Their clothes would not have disgraced any British Heart Foundation outlet, a total ragtag of clothes. I like how one had undone the top two buttons on his shirt, as though this cool, trendy act would in some way disguise the stench of Frosty Jacks he waddled around in. And waddled is an accurate description. He seemed to be moving as much sideways as he was forwards when walking.
These two fools must have been there for two hours watching each roulette spin, before noting down the numbers on their notepad with free bookmaker's pen. As it was quiet early, there were no dealers, so they were sitting at the What did they hope to achieve? I admire their optimism. Believing that they could surpass the mathematicians & experts whilst on their sixth (free) ham & cheese sandwich is certainly optmistic thinking. If only those facking idiots had realised that WRITING DOWN THE NUMBERS was the magic key to success.
When they finally had a bet, I couldn't help but watch how much these confident system writers were going to invest. I'd have made them a ham and cheese sandwich myself if it had worked. He inserted his ten pound note into the machine - and had £1 on red. IT LOST. THE SUPER SYSTEM HAS BEEN DE-STABILISED. He then printed out his £9 ticket and collected it.
These are the people who give us a bad name!