The pub was designed by the architect Sir Frederick Gibberd, architect of the Metropolitan Cathedral of Christ the King and the London Central Mosque.
I'm not aware of any former pubs that are now betting shops, but I know of two that have made the journey in the opposite direction: The Petersgate Tap in Stockport and The Bookmakers in Heysham.
Come On You Hatters!
..and of course responsible for the wonderous delight that is Harlow New Town.
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"Good people drink good beer" Hunter S Thompson
...and of course the Turf Tavern.
You're right - I can actually find very few pubs which have been converted into betting shops, but there are some:
Grave Maurice (the Kray's favourite pub - they wouldn't be pleased)
Old Globe
The Queens Head
The Railway Tavern (now a trendy shop)
The Railway Tavern
...er yes. I went on an architectural tour of the place about three years ago and it's not great. I think though that a lot of his architecture has been torn down or badly mauled to no improvement. Situated just outside the town is his house and 15-acre grounds, open to the public and very lovely too.
The Bookmakers Arms could well have been a Bookies converted to a micropub, but in fact was a kitchen shop in a previous life. It takes its name from the Turf Accountants who attend the Point -to-Point races near the village.
"At that moment I would have given a kingdom, not for champagne or hock and soda, or hot coffee but for a glass of beer" Marquess Curzon of Kedlestone, Viceroy of India.
Our next nearest pub in our Sarf London days kept a supply of Bill Hill slips, pens and a couple of copies of the RP by the door for the convenience of those who preferred to enjoy their racing in publy comfort rather than in the particularly seedy WH branch next door. Mind you the pub was short priced in the seediness stakes, but that's another matter.
Aha - knocked off the Wheatsheaf in between lockdowns at the back end of last year - not a bad pub and one of my few visits in December. Have also done the Festival when it was a Truman pub, the Shakespeare's Head (Islington) when it was a Charrington's pub and the Samuel Whitbread when it was a pub.
On leaving the bar, I felt a strong blow to the back of my head. Turning round, I discovered it was the pavement