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)
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