William Hill

I rarely play the lottery, I’m not the most avid of Bingo players and whenever I buy tickets for a raffle it is rarer for me to win a prize than it would be to see an elephant in your back garden (this quote does not count should you find yourself living in either a) the Zoo or b) the wilds of Africa/​India). However, over the weekend I decided to visit William Hill and have my first experience of betting in the betting shop. As I was new to the whole experience, I went along with a good friend of mine (who I must add had only ever once been to a bookies) and, as we stood out like sore thumbs amongst the seasoned gambler, we were approached by the young lady working in the shop. She advised us on what to do, what everything cost and what was good for us novices. We ended up doing something called the accumulator, it involved guessing a load of football scores. I’m not sure if i’ve won yet — i should probabaly pop back in. Good Fun, and nice people.

A quiet betting shop, where many lonely characters will sit on the slot machines and games machines in sheer silence as everyone has expressions of pure emptyness, waiting for that elusive ‘big win’ to occur.
I would never spend much time in here, only to place a bet and pocket a bit of cash if I manage to sneak a cheeky win, or back the first goal scorer.
I think come the world cup i’ll be in here a bit more.