A few days without an internet connection made me wonder how us punters managed in the time before the worldwide web and all its wonders and annoyances.
We went to the bookie on the High Street, of course. I was still doing that in 1997. I would walk to the corner of my road and savour the dubious delights of a smoke filled bookmakers shop with its usual collection of regulars.
On the good days, you would find yourself at a racecourse and be using a proper, on course bookie. That remains my preferred choice of where to place a . . .
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