Anybody know what one of these is? (And what other sorts of gaming centre are
there? Teenage? Pre-school?)
Not having a gambling gene in my body (all right, I have bought the
occasional lottery ticket, and actually won ten quid once; and I drew Kauto
Star three years running, from 2008, in the Boxing Day family sweepstake on the
King George VI Chase, but that doesn’t really count), I’d imagined it would be some
kind of amusement arcade, with fruit machines and pinball tables and suchlike. Turns out there’s been progress since those
days. Things called Fixed Odds Betting
Terminals (FOBTs) allow you to stake up to £100 a go on a sort of electronic poker
game, which lasts about twenty seconds, usually helps itself to your C, and
invites you to have another try. Nice
way to while away an evening, and your benefit cheque.
Anyway, it seems we are to get one, just up the Oxford
Road. The site is a few doors from a
charity drop-in centre catering for vulnerable people, which was obviously a plus
factor in the developers’ choice of location.
(That it’s also almost opposite the police community office may have
escaped their notice, but that doesn’t really matter, it’s hardly ever
open.)
Alan, whose role in life is to monitor planning
applications and drum up opposition to them, informed us of this at our
Neighbourhood Watch meeting the other evening. The
original application had been unanimously thrown out on referral to the
planning committee, but the developers of course appealed, and an anonymous Inspector
in Bristol, who’d never been to the area let alone talked to the residents,
rubber-stamped it. Our only recourse now
would be to take it to the High Court, which I don’t think we could afford at
about £12,000.
Thin end of wedge. Soon it will be a Lap Dancing establishment next door and - oh I hope not - A STARBUCKS. The shame, the shame....
ReplyDeleteWell, we certainly have a few of them in America- quite a number in my state of Minnesota, they call them Casinos here. Oh so many pros and cons on this. I for one never go to any here, but have been known to visit a few in Las Vegas, but mostly to people watch! I'm not a gambler (thank goodness it's already hard enough to make ends meet right!) Guess you shall see how it goes soon enough!
ReplyDeleteI suppose the other thought would be the sort of amusement arcade where we used to let our children loose with £1-worth of pennies as a great treat. We didn't think it through - could have turned them into hardened gamblers. But the FOBTs don't sound much fun really.
ReplyDeleteAre you sure you don't toss your carkeys in a bowl?
ReplyDeleteA proper casino would be more fun, you could dress up as 007 and bet on black 13. Think of the use you could get out of your black tie.
ReplyDeleteThere was an Ann Summers-style shop across the road, in between an afro hair stylist and a halal butchers. It closed down, presumably from lack of clientele - if you've ever visited West Reading you'll know what I mean - and I confidently expect the gambling den to suffer the same fate.
ReplyDeleteIn the good old days casinos used to be open after the pubs closed, and serve sandwiches to members.
ReplyDeleteFood not FOBTS!
I bow to your superior experience, Macy.
ReplyDeleteI can imagine a lot of people who didn't have a use for the Anne Summers shop seeking consolation in a gambling den - after all it only takes one to gamble.
ReplyDeleteYou have a vibrant imagination, mig.
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