Tottenham

White City ticket

A flutter on the monkeys

There’s nothing left of White City, the greyhound racing track of Tottenham. I know, because I walked along Sunshine Road looking for it. I wish it was otherwise, but there’s no trace. An Olex cable factory stands at the place where local race-lovers gathered three times a week to watch, cheer, and gamble.

And what were they betting on? Greyhounds. Whippets. Goats. Foot races. And monkey jockeys. Continue reading

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