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A legendary character in the LBO's of Leeds city centre,his nickname says it all**never been known to back a selection odds against,always on LARGE,if on a loser starts swearing at the staff.
To look at him you would think he has not got two bob,allergic to soap and deodorant.I know him to talk to,and is always telling me that the games "****",he seems always to have emergency readies for when he's on a bad run.He has been frequenting the offices of Leeds for twentyfive years and still going strong. ** I've lost the nickname...:( ODDS ON THEO |
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different class
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BENNY
benny was the only cashier in the sadcrooks shop in denman st (small shop just around the corner from piccadilly circus) He was a horrible greasy little jewish gentleman in his late fifties with the foulest mouth imaginable - he used to sit having a **** with the toilet door wide open whilst swearing loudly at the sporting life - he used to insist on receiving his weekly wages in fivers and would count and recount them endlessly before tying them up with an elastic band as tightly as possible - the impression being that it would choke him to spend one of them - the punters, who hated him(the feeling was mutual) would wait till he was on the phone/ gone to the bog/ making a cuppa, then as soon as the bell for the dog race would ring, half a dozen of them would charge up to the counter waving betting slips, benny would drop the phone/drink on the floor, trip over the chair in his haste to get to the counter to take the bets , only to realise they were all taking the **** and didn't want a bet - cue a tirade from benny "you effing black/irish/**** wnkers - thats the last bet i'm taking from you kunts -eff off to mecca's etc etc - this happened several times a week - one day whilst in there as a relief manager the phone rang and benny answered- the conversation went as follows: -ello -you effing what? -what are you on about you stupid effer? -eff off you bald headed**- this is a betting shop phone gets slammed down -who was that? -effing stirling moss looking for some theatre tickets I had the great pleasure (or not) of working with Benny for a few Saturdays when manager of the Goswell Rd Sadblokes, he hated anybody winning as it affected his shares he said :D |
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GUINESS
Old asian bloke early 70's with whispy white hair frequented North Harrow Billys in early noughties. Looked like a pint of guiness hence the name, 10p e/w bets, in at opening, left at closing, annoying from a cashiers point (me) but the manager liked him for the slip count!! |
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best thread ever on here :)
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sadcrooks - quenns park london - a phenomenom suddenly appeared, as in,when coming to take down the papers at the end of the night you would become aware of all these losing pink customer copies of their bets pinned to the pinboard with written pithy comments on them - e.g. 2 win titus oats -( 2/1 fav - fell at the last when 10 lengths clear) - would have "double f*ck to holy mary the filthy wh*re" scrawled over it - other equally vitriolic classics would include-" b*llocks to god the dirty b*stard", "hope the **s(horse and jockey presumably)die of aids" etc etc- we had absolutely no idea who the psychopathic perpatrator might be amongst a very busy shopfull of various**ney/west indian/chinese/irish punters - suspision was cast upon all manner of unsuspecting clientele - a "dead pool" style kitty was set up amongst the the staff as to the idendity of the culprit - this went on for several weeks until one day a purse was handed in containing 20 quid and amongst other things a winning slip -2 win ardross- in the culpits hand writing - with tension at fever pitch next morning the opening gambit of everyone approching the counter was awaited with mounting tension - all day nothing -till approaching closing time - in the door and up to the counter waddles bridget(grey haired,cheery, ruddy checked old irish biddy,legion of mary badge as always prominently dispayed on lapel, "isn't a lovely day to be alive,thank god"etc) - claims the purse, cashes in her docket,gets her 9 quid winnings and says "i'm off to church lads - i'll put this in the collection plate" and strolls out - "dead pool"was void.
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i have been in more london bookies than i care to remember and can't believe a wallet or purse would be returned in any of them, good shop You had there
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I once found a wallet in a billys office in a Seacroft (Leeds) with over two hundred pounds in it,i took it to the toilet to count it,and guilt took over,and i handed in to the manager.
Looking back at it now i wish i had not,because when i went back in a week later the manager told me someone had claimed it.,i did not believe him. |
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BUSTYA HEAD
irish female cashier- sadcrooks on relief in the kilburn area early 80s - was max 4ft10,7 stone, wore enourmous doc martins - would lean back on her chair reading the sun with the docs on the counter - took great delight in telling large irate west indian punters with attitude problems to "f*ck off or i'll bust ya head" while the rest of us cowered in the kitchen |
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Thanks have just printed this out !!! Now just bump up the middle easten sitcom thread and the van thread on the tennis forum
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Time for a revival. ^
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Nice one! Cheers, oh well here goes another hour reading them all :)
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Great stuff , thanks for getting this back up .
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You're welcome CK and CC.
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youre a brick tommy-cheers
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best one ive ever seen nearly take a stroke every race
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stan/ey in jersey news street this guy must have had a dodgy ticker. he would wind himself up so much he would be patting his chest around the heart and swearing at the top of his voice and thats when he was winning. how he didnt kick the bucket there and then i dont know.
fist full of dockets banging his weak chest and swearing |
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[bTHE CASHIER][/b]
relief manager for brokelads in acton (nuthouse) i could write a book anyway relief cashier arrived who seemed to think he knew |
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everything an annoying basterd .one of the regulars used to come in with a dog that would sit an stare at the screen while he put his bets on .. on this occasion i said to the cashier the dog
will bark ,there was a bags race about to start , how many times he barks, that number will win :-) he never took his eyes off the dog who was looking at the screen . the race came and went and the punter who had placed his daily bets left .. a couple of minutes later the cashier said to me ,the dog never barked ,I said he doesnt fancy anything today :^0 sorry for the break or if this is already on the thread but i PMSL |
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ttt (I want to print it out later) :)
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I thought this story from selhurst deserved a mention on here:
selhurst 02 Mar 08:05 One of my counterhands took a bet of a guy and in his payment of rolled up notes were some Green Shield Stamps [ you have to be pretty old to remember them ] and she called the punter back and returned the Green Shield Stamps to him. 20 minutes later , I'm collecting the bets from the camera tray and this geezers standing at one of the other tills having just put a bet on. He wasn't moving and was holding up the queue, so I asked what he wanted and he said "I'm waiting for my green shield stamps" He thought that we had started giving them out with each bet ! |
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A few more stories that were on the 1975 Bookies thread which deserve a place on here:
From The Glimmer Man One winters day a bunch of regulars were in the shop awaiting the result of an 11-00 inspection. The meeting was abandoned and there was no racing except afternoon dogs. Mick 'The Cab', was in the shop, so he phoned his wife, Jackie, and told her to start frying bacon and that the whole shop was invited to his house for tea and bacon sandwiches. There were quite a few of us, so off we went on foot. It was about a 5 minute walk. After our sarnies and mugs of tea we were walking back to the shop for a game of cards or some such thing, but one bloke had walked the opposite way. I asked Mick 'Where's your mate going' and he said 'He ain't my my mate. I thought he was your mate.' It turns out he had walked inthe shop just before Mick and my ex brother in law, Fred, and had tagged along for tea and bacon sarnies with everybody else, but nobody had any idea who he was, and we never saw him in the shop again. |
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Dobbo 26 Feb 17:10
I worked with one crazy guy later in the early eighties. He was a shop manager and had a thing about getting on Lesters sprinters if they were quick out of the gate. He would have the bet written out ...crouching waiting for the off They're OFF and if Lester came out first he would ring his bet and shove it through the camera just before the off slip. Then he would crouch down and ride a finish waving a genuine jockeys whip like a madman. The punters thought he was crackers. |
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Dobbo 28 Feb 18:38
I later worked for a hilarious guy who had five shops. He was an overweight Jewish gentleman with owlish spectacles and a nervous manner. He never laid a bet off in his life but if we had a big one running up he would stare at the bet ,mumbling away to himself, as if looking for a loophole.When he sold out the negotiations went on for weeks and he used to take himself into the big cupboard where the old bets were stored so we couldn't hear what was going on. You'd just see a phone wire trailing across the floor and disappearing into the cupboard. |
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Phew, nearly fell off the bottom of the list.
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We Need certain threads to become stickys like they have on some forums so they dont dissapear, this and the Piggott threads are Betfair classics, a book for xmas with classic threads (proceeds to charity) would be also great as someone suggested,.
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A very good idea ROCKIN HORSE.
May I also say to people new to this thread, it was instigated by The Glimmer Man - TGM - also known under various guises, the latter being: Am I Too Early. His banishment from this forum is made ever more ridiculous when you read this thread and remember how he was the catalyst for so much good on here. |
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Agree 100%. **phobia at it's worst.
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'Laugh out loud' !
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'You the man!'
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Let me get you a drink you bounder!
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I was thinking maybe it wouldnt be beyond Betfair to produce an E book in PDF format, to save the rigmarole of physically printing a book which could be burned to a disc by anyone,they could charge a fee deducted from your account,proceeds as I said to a deserving cause of course.
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RH, unbelievably, Betfair PULLED the original thread. It was only thanks to TGM (Am I too Early) that he saved and was able to reprint the stories, that this thread is still in existence. That's why the original authors and times of the posts don't appear.
No one knows why it was pulled (see page 1 - Jayco's post at 22:54 and AITE's reply at 22:55) but it disappeared from the 'list' and the old forum method of retrieving posts wouldn't work. Thus, Betfair wanted it gone forever. Can you believe that ? One of the best threads ever in the history of the forum! |
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I've just come across one of my favourite stories. I remember tears rolled down my cheeks when I first read it:
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] |
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