Forget the tax income, Cameron, just pull the plug on the social curse of high street mini-casinos
By their fruit machines ye shall know them. Every evening on the way back from work I can see them through the doors, eyes glued, fingers twitching, slouched over their machines, the same faces day after day, maybe a few more before Christmas. The shop fronts are cheery with primary-coloured pictures of sporting stars and horses, inside they offer free hot drinks and biscuits, but most customers have come for the fixed-odds betting terminals (FOBTs)
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