3rd.

Usually in any normal business when somebody shouts 'I am never coming here again, this company is shit', they never use the company again. The gent who shouted this on Saturday could have been one of these people, however I doubted his intent as he was actually writing out his bets while making these threats. I have since learnt that if a customer shouts 'I am never coming here again', it means they might not use the shop for two weeks.

So, last week 3 stores got robbed in the east of the city. I only know this because a friend told me. My employer told me shit all about them.

Day 2.

Hoorah. Didn't get robbed today.

Also must celebrate that no old people decided to die in the shop today. This happened to a friend of mine a few months back. Punters were actually stepping over his corpse to put bets on greyhound racing.

A customer I call the morgue came in today. He literally looks like a cross between father jack and a stiff that's escaped from the morgue. His hands are black (he is a white guy), and every time he gives me money I go and wash my hands.

Didn't get robbed

Good day today at the betting shop. No one came with a shotgun to rob the place.

Even the hottest day of the year so far could not keep away the regular gamblers. With the glorious english countryside only a few minutes bus and train ride away, I was still amazed at how many people still want to spend all day in a gloomy betting shop.

The customer Pat insists that Tony McCoy was born in Ladywood. (He fucking wasn't)