We are not amused.....

...........I've probably walked past this emporium of slot machine hell many, many times, but I only clocked its neon nastiness tonight whilst passing with a couple of pints of Trade Winds Best Bitter from the Blue Blazer in my belly. They could more honestly rebadge it, Office for the taxation of the poor and those with addictive personalties, since I don't get any sense that the occupants are in any way amused. Overall the world would be a better place if these joints were confined to rusting Victorian piers.

I've been careful not to blip the back of any unfortunates going in for reasons that some will understand.