The pleasures of political betting
May 4th 2005 – eight hours to the off At just after 11pm on the night before the May 2005 General Election a retired solicitor and a staunch Methodist who is strongly opposed to gambling knocked on my door clutching £500 in twenty pound notes in his hand. Could I, he asked, put a bet on for him? He explained that for the past three weeks he had been doing a daily 220 mile round trip to help the Liberal…