Originally Posted by
IanD
Bookies on Pearl Street was gramp's second home. More tanners and Bob's spent there than on the gas. I've still got a letter his brother sent home in WW1, before going to France. On the back, at the side, are gramp's (or one of his brother's) odds scribbled down for horses he was betting on. Bloke on a street corner taking the bets before it was legal. Complete with lookouts and runners. 70 years of wages from the railways and pension donated to turf accounts various over the years. No wonder the front door was always open! Hopefully someone had a win on the bingo and they'd share it out. Enough to keep the gas going for a day or two amongst half a dozen households.