Back in the day sharbing was a profitable pastime ... I thought these days they either didn't uphold the price if there was a decent market move or only allowed a pittance ?
Can be a bit of an issue if they have your picture up in the shop. Also somewhat of an inconveience when they have your picture up in the womens knickers department at the local department store. Damn those store detectives.
Can be a bit of an issue if they have your picture up in the shop.
Ahh memories ...
The local Hills shop mgr would offer me a sandwich and tea, sit and discuss the racecard or football tables with me, and refuse to take 10p on Man Utd to beat the tea ladies if I were so inclined.
The four nearest Lads branches and 3 or 4 nearest Corals had bad vidcam captures of me behind the counter after the erm, Denmark/Germany I think it was, and a few would greet me by name on the high street if I walked past and sort of shuffle up to block the door.
The bald twat opened a local branch just before I left the UK, took great pleasure pounding them for the last few weeks on the geegees, would sit in the cafe next door having a coffee, pull up betfair on my old TYTN mobile and memorise a race or two's grid, and then slip in and whack 50 or 100 on a couple 2-3 pt arbs
The local Tote mgr (15-20 yrs running various shops) thought it was ludicrous he couldnt try to win anything back off me, as he was old school and subscribed to the theory you don't cut someone off when they're up, and would get as many as needed of the £1 each-way muppets to write multiple handwritten slips for me on whatever football line I wanted to lump on ... bless him
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