Just had breakfast in town with a newly-departed local dub elder.
He told me that here in Weston, one brother was reported to the elders for frequenting a local betting shop. The person grassing was a sister. She claimed to have witnessed (hah!) the brother concerned going into the betting shop at weekends to place bets for the Saturday race schedule.
Well, he was duly admonished severely. He was informed that if it happened again, then much grief would rain down upon his unfortunate head. Consequently, the addicted brother attempted to desist.
Months went by and all settled down. The brothers admonishment was wearing off and the lure of horse racing took hold of our hero once more. Could he get away with a little tickle on the gee gees, maybe? A little flutter would hurt no-one, he reasoned.
So it was that he walked over to the betting shop and dithered about trying to pluck up the courage to enter those evil portals. Then, to his absolute astonishment, the betting shop door opened and out walked the very elder who had been the most vociferous in the condemnation of his gambling habit!
But what was worse, was that the elder caught sight of our wayward bro, and then tried to convince him that he was only going into the shop to conduct some private business with the proprietor!
So there you go. Gambling, if you're a witness, is very, very wrong. It's even worse when you get caught!
Englishman.