Bob opened the paper at the racing pages and began to scrutinise the field.’
Trevor came back from the bar then plonked down his father’s change.’
“Can you get me a couple of those betting slips under the domino boards Trevor and bring a pack of cards over?’
Trevor the unshaven lad in his early forties went over to the cupboard and found the betting slips then pulled out a pack of cards that had seen better days.’
“Brenda can you give me a new pack of cards please asked Trevor as he came back with the betting slips for his father.’
Bob began to write out his bets for that afternoon as Les his other friend walked in the door. Les was a loud individual who was very opinionated. He had an answer for everything. His hair was grey but parted down the middle like his hero James Cagney the American actor. He was about the same height as Cagney and had his walk off to a T. He got his pint from the bar then turned in his suit and polished shoes. He looked around the room as the bar began to fill with people coming in for a quick game of snooker before heading back to work or the usual barflies who were there everyday. They didn’t work but always seemed to have a pocket full of money.’
Les took out his brown wallet from his jacket taking out a crisp ten pound note from his pension and fed it into the slot of the new bandit. He placed the stake at fifty pence a go then set it on auto play and then stood at the bar drinking. He had a disgusting way of drinking a pint it went into his mouth a few times then back into the glass before finally going down his throat.
Picked your horses out Les asked Bob.’
“There on man, I don’t waist time yer na.’
I get my paper delivered at seven o’clock every mornin’ and my horses are picked out by nine. The betting slips are all filled in and ready to be put on.’ I get off the 340 and then walk over to the bookies before coming here. He turned and looked at two lads playing snooker. “What did you play that shot for?’
“Because I thought I could pot it said the young lad.’
Aye but if you had taken the red off the top cushion you could have laid a good snooker.’
Les had been a fair billiard Player in his day but he couldn’t let others just play their games without interrupting.’
The other kid came to the table and played a shot and again Les told him the shot that he should have played.
“We aren’t playing in the world championship yer na Les it’s just a friendly knock aboot.’
“Aye but if your ganna play the game; yer should play it proper.’
The lads were clearly getting themselves annoyed by this time and the next time Les interrupted he was told to piss off.
He turned and walked over to the machine then smiled. “Hey I’m fifty quid up; not bad for a tenner. Drinks are on you then said Bob Marshall the big merchant seaman
with a round face and a beard.’
“Bugger off and buy yer own beer.’
Tight arse shouted Bob.’
“Whose playing a game of cards then asked Trevor?’
“Aye go on then said his father.
“How much we playing for asked Hughie?’
“Pound a game ten pence a hole.’
“Hey Trevor I’m not like you yer na, I’m not getting dole money; I’m on a pension.’