Handing over my ID to the security man behind the desk, I check into Grosvenor Casino feeling nervous about what my shift will bring. I've been invited to spend a day in the life as a croupier, but with very little knowledge of blackjack or roulette, I'm worried that I'll be more of a hindrance than a help.
It isn't my first time inside a casino (it felt somewhat a rite of passage to become a member at the age of 18), but it's safe to say I'm not a professional gambler. And I'm hopeful I'll be better at dealing cards than I am betting on them. As I'm greeted by general manager Adam Evans, he hands me a black waistcoat and yellow scarf to wear.
