You can bet your life on it - 2004-02-13
Walter, my ex-bookie, brought me to a party in Tring, Hertfordshire, where there were individuals of various ages and descriptions, none of whom I met prior, including the host’s son, a kid of about 14 or 15, whose birthday it coincidentally was and who had been given a miniature casino in a box, featuring roulette wheel, blackjack mat, etc.
It’s true that I had to put him right about blackjack not being pontoon and that you never choose your cards up in casino blackjack, but I didn’t think anything of it.
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