So there I was standing at a urinal, answering a call of nature when I spotted a voluptuous girl lying across a table. Now before you run off screaming about toilets and weirdness, don’t worry; this is not a disgusting tale.
On the contrary, I am about to tell you my thoughts about gambling.
I was in a toilet in a pub in Manchester, and on the wall directly in front of me was a picture of the young lady in question. She was holding a chip in her hand and the table in question was a roulette table.
I was staring at an advert offering me the chance to throw away my money in an online casino and it got me thinking (a very dangerous thing).
The whole world seems to have gone gambling mad.
I’ve been to Las Vegas, arguably the most famous gambling centres in the world, and I was astounded by how much money that was changing hands. On the first night, I had decided on a small amount to gamble every single day.
If I lost it then I would stop.
If I won, I would stop.
And in both cases I did just that.
Overall, in the week I was there, I lost a relatively small amount of money. Mrs PM had more luck and actually came out on top.
What amazed me about the experience was that it took all of ten minutes to lose the paltry sum of money I had decided to risk. I watched numerous people in many casinos in Vegas who were there for hours.
Either they were very rich or where being constantly savaged by the Gambling Bug.
I watched one man at the roulette wheel lose a ridiculous amount of money. Sure, he won some of it back but, unless he had bottomless pit of money, I calculated that he would hand over a vast wad of cash to the casino owners.
It would have been easier to hand it over to me; I would have taken in a show, had a lovely meal and still been able to return 75% of the amount of money I watched him discard to the croupier.
Because I was jet-lagged, I found myself wide awake at 4am. I decided to take a stroll around the famous Strip but as I left the hotel, I saw people still there hurling large chunks of cash into oblivion in the name of fun even at that ridiculous hour.
Why? Why throw money away?
As part of my degree, I studied probability and statistics and I know for a fact that the odds are in favour of the casino in every single game you play.
EVERY SINGLE GAME!
The laws of probability say you cannot win.
Okay, granted, when you play as a one off and somehow manage to turn £20 into £250, you can argue that you won. The problem is that if you go back or decide to gamble the £250, you will almost certainly lose the entire lot – eventually.
When I watch James Bond movies and see the suave and sophisticated secret agent walking away from the roulette table having won thousands of pounds with the words
“cash that for me” I feel an urge to laugh out loud – or rant at the absurdity of it.
In Las Vegas, there are tiny signs dotted around the casino warning customers about the dangers of gambling – but this, to me, is just a tick in a box to say
“We have morality and have warned you” but really they don’t care.
If you lose £100,000 to a casino – you have lost it. They won’t feel sorry for you and hand it back because you could lose your house as a result.
They are in it to win it.
And things are getting worse. There are web sites and applications that allow you to gamble away your money on the go. All you have to do is log in, hand over some cash, play a game and lose your money.
You can do it on your bloody phone.
Even good old fashioned betting has gone mad. For example, you can bet your money in the middle of a football game. At half time, you see adverts such as this:
You can lose your money while you are at the bloody match. Do they really think Ray Winstone is doing them a favour?
Why don’t people just draw money out of the bank and set fire to it? At least you would see the notes and they would probably last longer.
As you have probably worked out, I just do not get it. While gambling and betting might be fun once in a while, as long as tiny amounts of cash are involved you could argue it is a good way to relax. However, for some people it is a nightmare. The people I am talking about are those who argue that:
Whenever I am tempted to gamble, I am lead by common sense. On a recent night out to a dog racing circuit in Manchester, I stuck to my limits. I decided that I would gamble £2 per race all night. Hardly breaking the bank is it?
I had no clue who or what to bet on so I acted on instinct and gut feeling (or blind luck if the truth be known).
I won £20 on the first three races and then lost £2 on each of the remaining races of the night. I ended up in credit because I didn’t blow all of my winnings.
I was lucky. There was no skill involved. My winnings paid for a celebratory beer and I went home happy.
The problem is that people think their luck is skill. It isn’t. It’s just like
where the contestants think that they can influence the amount of money in the box just by thinking positively.
Just watch how everyone cheers when the poor old lady turns down £88,000, gambling that she might win £250,000. Yes – they love a gambler, don’t they?
