I've always been a little dismayed by the presence of bookmakers in our cities. The last time I cycled through Dumbarton I saw three - 3! - William Hill betting shops within a mile of each other. Out of them fell forlorn faces, pasty white and sickly. Next door to me in Cessnock there's a Coral that looks as if it's a methadone clinic. And its facade is replete with 'special offers', 'fantastic deals' and the like. In my opinion, bookmakers and people who work and support them are some of the lowest bottomfeeders of our sad upturned society. They will try anything to get you in the door. And their tricks are legendary. In many ways, even drug dealers don't stoop this low, you never see them offering you a free five pound bag for every bag you buy. You never see you local smack dealer trying to confuse you with different size bags and accumulators. A smack dealer is relatively tame compared with these monsters. So, I decided to dedicate a stencil to them, and their own font too, on the bridge of wisdom (and criticism) over the Clyde...
Responsible Gambling...
Really?
I mean, that's like saying 'responsible crack-smoking'... 'responsible alcoholism'... 'responsible homicide'...
There is no response (and thus response ability) when dealing with these evils. One cannot respond to addiction, one can only succumb and submit to it.
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