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He has a noticeable physical, shuddering reaction when behind him the soft and husky female electronic croupier tells a new punter: They're not all going to know him.
They get louder and they bang the screens and they might kick the machines, then they come up and tell me the machines are fixed. Last week he announced he had had a baby.
They put their money in, money in, money in," Charlie says. Next to the terminal there is a framed poster that declares: They play quickly, silently and leave.
It doesn't sink in straight away, maybe only an hour or two later when you go home," he says. By early afternoon there is a friendly gathering of four men, talking and watching the races.
It is a cold morning, so he keeps his hood up, but the shop is warm and welcoming, with free tea and coffee available, and sweets and biscuits on the counter. Behind the counter she has a pile of half a dozen documents, detailing the customers who have decided to exclude themselves from the shop.
At the table in the centre of the shop four older men, all white, mostly retired, observe how much he loses without surprise. It also showed that Slough had 28 betting shops with of the roulette terminals, more than in any other constituency in the south-east.
He was a bit teary-eyed. He could go somewhere else and do the same.
He has described himself as a car salesman, but Annie doesn't think he has a job, remarking drily when he has gone: He places small bets all over the table, listening to the twock, twock, twock as he lays down simulated counters on the table, before whacking the spin button with his fist.
Biscuits and sympathy in Slough.
Fewer people understand coke roulette to lay bets on horses, he says, and competition from internet betting has taken some of the bigger punters away from high street bookies, and even their online outlets, in search of the most competitive odds.
He seems somewhat in denial about how much time he spends in the shop. I've only started talking about that now. He says "Fuck" but without much anger and takes a chocolate Club bar from a plate on the counter by the cashier's desk.
I can't help it," one of the men declares.
But this rate of return to the player doesn't seem to be reflected in the takings on the machines in Slough's Roar the day I visit. It's just a number. He came up and told me he needed this money to send home to his wife and he lost it all in the machine.
You're winning, but you can't stop yourself. Graeme Robertson for the Guardian The biggest spender in Slough's Roar betting shop on a slow Wednesday morning is a middle-aged British Asian man, carrying some belongings in a Sainsbury's plastic bag.
He is losing to begin with.
She knows this man, too, and describes him as a bit vulnerable and easily led. He thinks he will be able to take some more money out of his account tomorrow the remains of his savings from when he was last working and will be back. When he has lost all the cash he has, he tries to withdraw money from the cashier using his debit card, but the card is casino stag do packages. Sheffield has been working in betting shops in the area for 31 years, and also laments the dwindling numbers who follow the horses, which she sees as a safer way of betting.
Share via Email Customers try their luck on roulette machines at the Roar betting shop in Slough.