working in a bookies is actually the best thing ever. Like sure, it makes me feel like a massive tourist to the environs of the working class, but the people who spend Wednesday afternoons in the Tote are absolutely fascinating in a slightly depressing way:
Self-made, superrich builders giving their heavily pregnant East Asian trophy wife pocketmoney to bet on horses with pretty names.
Labourers with grimy hands making near-illegible, illiterate bets on the dogs.
Two gin soaked old ladies
And Italian guy named Silvio who makes a fortune.
Awesome awesome awesome