'To The Woman Alone, going to the bookies is like gatecrashing a
Masonic meeting'
OVER the years there have been many changes in the socially accepted
Things To Do. Naturally, a woman must still wear a knee-length skirt to
Henley; hats, of course, are still de rigeur at Ascot. But children are
allowed into pubs and football fans are even buying shares. However,
there remains a tight knit community where women are still viewed with
utmost suspicion.
Enter The Woman Who Goes To The Bookies Alone or as the punters view
her, The Woman With Two Heads.
I like football and racing and am not averse to a wager on the outcome
of the 3.15 at Wincanton or the result of a third division tie between
Caley Thistle and Ross County, but the problem starts with crossing the
threshold of the bookies.
All credit to the major chains. They have made every effort to make
their offices more user-friendly, but it's hard to get away from the
smoke-filled, down-at-heel atmosphere, especially as the changes have
mainly entailed soft drinks machines, nasty plastic seating, and patches
of carpet. Recently I visited a betting shop in Glasgow city centre, but
at the mention of a ladies' toilet there were only blank stares. That's
hardly the way to encourage a mixed clientele.
The first hurdle for The Woman Alone is actually going into the shop.
First, the furtive glance up and down the street to see if anyone
recognises you; second, the dash through the door before anyone does;
third, the embarrassing silence.
Once inside, for the uninitiated it's like the command centre at Nasa.
The screens blink and flicker, and mysterious phrases blare over the
tannoy. On the way to the post, under orders, and the magic words
''they're off''. Pictures flash in from all over the world: one minute
South Africa, then the quaint cosiness of National Hunt racing from
Kelso, the 'crack' from Fairyhouse and finally the delights of greyhound
racing at Catford. A daunting experience, and that's before placing a
bet.
To a stranger it would be a minefield; to The Woman Alone it's like
gatecrashing a Masonic meeting. And the phrases are just as alien. What
kind of bet to put on? A placepot, a jackpot, a Yankee, a Canadian, or
the strangely named Heinz. Where did these names come from and why isn't
there a Burmese, a Gambian, or even a Venezuelan?
Having steered a course through these complexities the moment of truth
arrives. You've glanced through the form, made your selection, handed in
the slip and now all eyes are on the screen. Just as well, because The
Woman Alone still has to contend with the suspicious stares of regulars
bemused by her presence.
Racing is often described as the sport of kings, and the Queen's
interest has long been documented, but the men who frequent the bookies
are a long way from the royal enclosure at Ascot. The betting shop is a
sociologist's dream . . . or nightmare.
The Man Who Knows It All has swaggered across and derides the choices
of the other punters. His Saturday has begun by watching Channel 4's
Morning Line. He is sure of success. This will be the day when it will
all come right for him. He begins to shout strange phrases at the
screen. ''Ease up'' he boasts as his horse romps home or ''How far'' as
it gallops 10 lengths ahead of its rivals coming round the home bend.
That's on a good day. On a bad one there will be a questions over the
jockey's pre-race activities.
There are several other stereotypes in betting shops from Inverness to
Stranraer. There's always The Drunk. (Often more than one). There's also
the Old Man With Nowhere Else To Go; and The Medallion Man. The most
fascinating members of the cast is The Man Who Has Bet His Shirt. He's
the hardest to spot. For nonchalance is the key here.
After his selection goes on its nose going over the last while 20
lengths clear, the only indication that he might be suffering is a
slight tightening of his frame and possibly a blink of his eye. This man
has ice in his veins. For him it's not always the winning that matters,
but merely the taking part. Meanwhile, The Man Who Knows It All is
throwing his #1 slip on the floor in disgust.
But for all the suspicion and dread of being The Woman Alone there is
something entrancing about the atmosphere and the sense of excitement
when your selection wins at 8-1, especially when you're the only one
collecting that magic word . . . winnings.
One final mystery: We often hear of the luck of the Irish. Surely they
must believe that themselves because I've never been in a betting shop
where there wasn't an Irish accent. And not all of them were priests.
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