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I made a mistake just the other day. I replied on social media to the young lad who lost his money betting on fruit machines when he was a student then has spent the rest of his life so far blaming everyone else for what more grounded people, the rest of us, would put down as a life lesson. It was a mistake because as a rule I can't bring myself to mention his name, on the pure principle of who the hell does he think he is and why should any of us care what he has to say?
Sadly, it seems plenty of people do, even though he appears to perpetuate the myth that millions of folk are addicted to gambling which I suppose makes sense if you are peddling an ap to dead-eyed people who are told they have a gambling problem. Luckily, when I woke up the next morning and regretted responding to him I was very pleased to find that my post had been totally ignored, not just by the lad in question but everyone, phew, so I promptly deleted it and swore not to break my 'ignore he even exists' rule again.
He did grip my shit though with a comment along the lines that those who work in the gambling game are lower than vermin. Compared to him previously dropping the C-bomb on people who he'd not be fit to tie the shoelaces of intellectually that comment was quite tame, I'm still annoyed but why give him the extra oxygen on social media, but can of course post my reply on my own blog, here's what I typed.
'I’ve worked in the betting ring all of my life, where the prerequisite qualification is honesty, thousands of pounds traded by word of mouth, the colour, the atmosphere, the characters, the buzz and the wonderful sport of horse racing that millions love. You are trying to kill it all.'
I despise these people from the world of politics where integrity and honesty is rarer than self-importance and pomposity. It's our industry and way of life they are trying to destroy for their own personal gratification and absolution, one where between bookmakers their word really still is their bond, the last bastion of trust in the modern business world, vermin my arse.
Simon Nott
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