I picked up a voucher for a 25 pence free roulette bet at the reception of a Grosvenor casino I went into yesterday.
Single bet wins usually pay out at 35 to one, but since that would yield an impossible payout of £8.75 this one was rounded up to 100 to one, with £25 chips going to the winners.
Although I played some €5 even-money bets at the casino in Monte Carlo several years ago, I don’t think I’d ever made a single number roulette bet in a bricks & mortar casino in my life previous to this.
I stopped at the nearest roulette table to the entrance and put the voucher on 32, for no reason other than while I was looking at the layout I had in my head that I’d played many promotions at the 32Red online casino during my time as an online gambler, so 32 red would do me for this one.
Croupier spins the wheel, the ball lands in 32, he rewards me with a £25 chip. WTF just happened???????
I didn’t cash in the chip, I stuck it in my pocket and laughed all the way to the car. I might cash it at some point, or I might just keep it as a souvenir.
I often sing through “The Roulette Song” at the piano, from Gilbert & Sullivan’s late operetta “The Grand Duke”, where The Prince Of Monte Carlo invites the assembled company to lose their money at the roulette wheel he’s trundled on stage, and while I was laughing at the sheer improbability of what had just happened it occurred to me to wonder if this had been a gift from Sullivan, from above, in appreciation of me keeping such a now almost totally unknown song of his alive.
In which case: thank you, Sir Arthur.
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