Well, it seems like ever since I have moved to Derby, an invisible force has been trying to get me back into gambling. There are 3 pieces of evidence for this;
1) Skybet, the only betting firm I didn't delete my account with, actually called me to ask why I wasn't betting anymore! She was friendly enough, it wasn't a demand or anything, but I still had to justify myself! Hmmm. Anyway, they asked if I'd had my free fiver, so I said no and put it on England to beat Ukraine. D'oh! That'll ensure I'll never get back into it! Cheers Rio.
2) Betfred are taking on cashiers. I applied for the position after much thought. I do want a job, but I don't want to work as a flyer guy. At one point, it seemed like that's all there is in Derby. I actually went to apply at Bar Lisi, but the sign had already been taken down! So, off to Betfred I marched. Fucking hell. A week later and I haven't heard anything, so maybe I won't have to suffer some of their odourous clientel. But some people have doubted my ability to handle it, I wish I could prove them wrong.
3) This is super bizzare. A guy approached me when I was on my way to pick Nat up from the train station. He seemed decent enough, a little younger than me, non-stinky. Basically he wanted me to come into the bookies and give £20 over for him so he could pay his "winning bet". He gets £30 back, I get my £20. It seemed fine at the time. But on this occasion, I had genuine reasons; I wanted to be on time for Nat and I told him I was trying to stay away. He wouldn't accept this, so I had to say it a little louder and he got it. Do I look so gullible? I told him to try someone else, he couldn't seem to fathom this. So maybe I was his easy target.
So, whatever is going on, I survive for now! There are shit loads of betting shops though...
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