Hall Green Greyhound Stadium

My pre-​conception of the ‘Dogs’ was an idealised, cinematically influenced one. One full of geezers with sheepskin coats and cockney accents meeting to discuss their shrewd schemes to make ‘loadsa money’.
Well in truth it couldn’t have been further from that. It wasn’t a place I enjoyed visiting, perhaps because I kept on losing money, but even if I had won there are many more places I’d rather spend an evening and spend my money than this one. With a subculture of solo gamblers and drunkards or even families of gamblers and drunkards the atmosphere was well, unrefined.
Anyway, I chose to go here out of curiosity, and discovered that I wouldn’t be returning any time soon to make this gainless pastime one of my own. As an alternative, discerningly invest in the stock market and go to your favourite local to spend your earnings if you insist on a lifestyle of combining gambling with alcohol.

I received a phone call from my girlfriend whilst placing my roulette bet in the bookies, she happened to invite me to the dogs with her family, obviously I was reluctant to convey my occasional willingness to gamble to my other half’s family. But it had been a long time since I had been to the track and it was an invite I accepted. I left the bookies £40 up and decided the dogs would be my last flutter for a while.
After printing a ticket from the internet, I got in free and even had £3 pound to spend at the bar on any drink. That did enough to optimise my mood before inevitably my poor betting decisions would bring my mood back down. There were plenty of places to sit, buy a drink, purchase food and place bets. I was impressed with the lay-​out and forgot how practical it was. The atmosphere created outside got me routing for my dog. After splitting my bets with my girlfriend it didn’t cost me much for a night out at the dogs. I tried to act as though I was in the know, I assessed various dog’s form and spoke to everyone about the cleverly made choices, that was plan A, I soon scrapped that and took plan B, plan B was name association. It’s as simple as recognising the name to have relevance of some kind. The trusty plan came through and thanks to my sisters name I walked out a winner, with the two last races coming in.
I profited £18 from the dog races and had I not have won it wouldn’t have cost me more than ten pound; I never knew it could be so cheap, I was thoroughly impressed and I am already planning a return in the future.