Don’t bet on it

The hourly radio news lead story today is about gambling and the government’s intentions to restrict the set amount on fixed odds betting machines (link).

For months, if not years, TV adverts have been full of ways to gamble, from the simple old fashioned bingo to roulette and poker on line.
It is no surprise then that things have escalated and lives are being ruined.


It’s a big earner for the betting companies.
The government also get a cut of that with tax.
Betting outlets are almost more common than Charity Shops on our High Streets now.

Gone are the simple days of an office sweepstake of £1 a pick for The Grand National.
When I played bingo, I’d spend £3 on a set of books or cards once a month, yet people in the queue before me were forking out as much as £20.
It was no wonder I got a few filthy looks on my first outing when I walked away with the majority of prizes, including the night’s star prize.
(I have fond memories of that cake, as apparently it was the residents in the care home that had helped make it so going back to them to have a slice made me feel like a million bucks.)
I appreciate gambling is addictive and can get out of hand.
It appalls me how much money people are losing…………. two headlines say a family man lost £1 million. Did he earn the million to lose or was it the accumulated sum of his addiction?

We have all had a little flutter from time to time, and I can see no harm in it.
We did the UK’s Lotto and later replaced it with Euromillions. It was a bit of fun, and in the latter we usually managed to cover our stakes over four weeks.
When I worked down the dogs, in the majority of cases it was a night out not a necessity.

Years ago in LBH (life before Hubby), partner and I would end up playing pontoon  with his mates after holding a house party. Drink encouraged blind bets, and after a particular strong winning streak, I realised that my winnings of some £27 included someone’s rent money.
After that, I introduced the house rules of the Card Pig, a ceramic piggy bank full of coppers and small silver. We could still play our games, but all money to start came out of the pig, and all money at the end was put back in. I made a friend and he kept a roof over his family’s head.

We should all be responsible and held accountable for our own actions.
No matter how hard it is, if you know you can’t afford it, don’t do it.
The government aren’t going to help to stop it by limiting bets. Those most addicted will just run more than one machine at a time.

Easy for me to say in these worrying times.
Just a thought.

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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