Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Monte Carlo
For reasons just too desperately fascinating to bore you with I was in the casino at Monte Carlo last night. Obviously, I was expecting ranks of James Bond's in white DJs draped with costly blondes. What I got was a disconsolate band of fat, pale men in jeans, a few mass market hookers and some old before their time women dropping ash on the green baize. The staff consisted of amiable but bored waiters and sallow, robotic dealers and croupiers. The games proceeded with machine-like detachment. Nobody, least of all the players, showed the slightest emotion whether they won or lost. This was just what they did, what their lives were. At which point I would remind you that one of Tony Blair's great legacies to our nation will be super-casinos which, like Monte Carlo, will be little pockets of hell to which people will keep returning like dogs to their vomit. Thanks, Tone.
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It all sounds so romantically thrilling! What a legacy to the little people of Britain. How many broken families and individuals will be resued by the spiritual light of the super-casionos? My eyes grow moist.
ReplyDeleteCasinos and gambling have always been strongly associated with criminality. It therefore seems entirely appropriate to me that Tony Blair should sanction the building of 'super-casinos'. As Morrissey once sang, 'educated criminals work within the law.'
ReplyDeleteHey, disconsolate, fat, pale men in jeans, mass market hookers and old-before-their-time women have a right to their entertainment too, you know.
ReplyDeleteTo quote Jeremiah. Dogs and vomit. Apparently Prescott is lobbying to have it in Blackpool instead, so Manchester may be safe after all. Bet you scoffed that Toblerone!
ReplyDeleteAfter reading that first sentence I had to double-check to make sure I wasn't reading Lord Jeffrey's blog. Of course, the dead give away is that Lord Jeffrey would never fear that telling us about his life might be boring.
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