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Tuesday, 7 May 2019
How do you fancy an annual salary of £265 Million? That's was what Denise Coates (above) earned last year. So, what's so strange about that; you might ask.
Well, Ms Coates earned her huge salary off the backs of gamblers who bet and lost their wages (or benefit payments) in such amounts that Coates is able to live a life of unimaginable luxury.
Of course it's up to individuals if they wish to gamble (I choose not to), but shouldn't there also be a moral duty on behalf of the bookies to ensure that their clients don't lose money they can't afford?
I'm not against anyone earning large salaries, but I do find Ms Coates's staggering 2018 salary of £265 Million a tad excessive; especially knowing how it was 'earned'.
There's only ever one winner in the betting business, and that's the person taking the bets. Denise Coates is a fine example!
p.s. I should add that Ms Coates does give quite large amounts to charity; but I suppose she can afford to.
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 46 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
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