blank day

[gamble]

days and days of continuous drivel racing
bland runaround sand
formless piffle
and at last a completely blank day
backed up by tons of white
with a carrot.

The boredom stakes can actually
be good for you
time to check out your partner’s overound
or if you are alone
to clip youir nails
or just fall into bed

Check out the time you spend
on the sport of kings
and the beckoning black finger
of betfair bob who’ll try to tease you in
for a cup of exchange
Contrast the possible grey skys
of your profit and moss
or the little white clouds if your lucky
subtract your pleasure
multiply by half your obligations
and if it all computes to a wastrel’s blunderland
time to get your toboggan out
and slide away
slide away to the sea
and ahoy
and never look back
from the sturdy ship
on Troy.

Personally I am rather bored
even this place
gives me the creeps

on a blank day

[davidbrady]

Do you hate Christmas too?!

[gamble]

I’ve always found Father Cormack
rather unforgiving
but all admin fall into that bag

p.s
I may open my own stocking for some wrapped up betting advice

[gamble]

Cormack is expecting a brilliant 2009
for us all. i HOPE SO
but if membership grows by another
25% we’ll all be breathing re-cycled air

I always knew I would a gambler
when I started playing chicken
at the age of seven
on suburban main roads
quickest way to heaven
but I SURVIVED

[gamble]

Lowry take note…

I am sitting in a blue and white
striped guessing gown
with two stick like legs immersed
in hot kettle water in a grey bowl.
My corns dont travel well
on compacted ice
so I am having a footy day.

Many gamblers grow long nails
or hair and suffer many
abnormalities of diet
or liquid sufferences.

A little insight into betting technique…

[gamble]

I personally use a lot of math
to stay afloat in the sea of sharks
that is the price enlarging
sea we are all accistomed to.

If you are not using a lot of math
but rather use your guts
this might help.

The story of the fox

The fox saw the hen house every day
and wanted either bird or egg
he was a leg man
but kept his appetites
within well measured bounds,
as we all do

The fist night it snowed
ahh fottprints he thought
so
with his tail between his legs
he sloped off
salivating a little

[gamble]

on the second night
it was late and foxy saw
a little light on
in the farmer’s house.

Now the farmer had a
plump chicken of a wife
and this rang alarm bells
two in fact
one in foxy’s legs
and one in his head
and he was off
like the shot
in the farmers gun

[gamble]

On the third night
all the chickens
were on egg duty
the cockerels were
playing their cards in the corner
of the house
when an almighty row broke out
between a hen who was
the best double yolker
and a young upstart
witb a bigger beak
than god should have given her.
She was a right clucker
and a fight broke out.

Foxy sloped off
his bag empty

[gamble]

On the fourth night
foxy was hungry but
rather drained so
He got out a bottle
of old peculiar
fortified with minerals
poured some into a glass
drank it down

followed up

with a schnapps
…take note of the mediocrity
the mellowness
the measure
of this particualar animal…
then curled up and
went to bed.

[gamble]

hmmm lost my connection

on the fifth night
foxy felt refreshed
lean and mean
and ready for some hen.
The weather was good
the farmer was sitting
at his dinner in the main house
with black pudding and
a black eye
the hens were mostly knitting
and the few cockrels about were
playing patience.

Something in his guts
told him it was a set up
odds were ok
odds on in fact
but something brought on
quease in his guts.
odds against
better leave

it

[gamble]

on the sixth day
huge snow drifts blew in
from Siberia covering the hole
and packing it in.
No sensible man or four legged beast
would venture out in it
so the fox pulled a book
down from
the top shelf.
It was called
a

blank day

and not unstrangely
there was fox in it
and he had never
read anything that stirred up
his spirit as much
and he reached for the
old peculiar
damn he was out of schapps
he must have read that
book a hundred times
but each reading
he got something new.
Not many foxes cold read

[gamble]

He was at the hen house
on the seventh night
all read up.
The farmer was in the back garden
with a cast on his leg
and the farmers wife
was beating egg inside.
Wooden slats revealed
two cockerels to be asleep
but double yolker was
up and down up and down
on the prowl.
The egg haul was enormous.
A quick computation took place
in foxy’s head and connected quickly
with his guts.
Feathers flew and in ten seconds
he grabbed three hens and
four dozen organics all boxed up.
The farmer leg didn’t travel well
the shot rang out and knocked
an owl out of a tree
All in all
THIS HAD BEEN A WILEY EVENING
foxy was the strongest link
Only bad thing
it was after eleven
and the shnapps shop was shut

[gamble]

Review

the time you spend
the booty
your obligations
the animal you are.

The foxy moral is
dont jump in feet first
and there will always be another slay

Thanks for putting up
with my rather long teeth

I have been bored

p.s. I have full confidence in the admin team
severe weather warnings and huge population shifts
demand a boot click on every corner
and strong leather

[Andrew Hughes]

I enjoyed that, Gamble, thanks for enlivening a dull evening.

And based on a true story as well.

[gamble]

Andrew thanks
but it was a poor man’s cabaret
and a compulsive

twitching

might well be the cause
of this splurge filled anomolous thread.
A pure indulgence by me – on a blank day
Drone has reminded me
that the fox drank Old Peculi

e

r
and was one of the bushiest members of camra

There is value out there
but without painstaking research
or the exact gut feel and appropriate
betting behaviour
its like putting a snowman
in bed with Madonna
and hoping for a baby.

The fox is real
the chicken is real
you choose

or

become the farmer for
a less exciting but
satisfyingly normal life

[gamble]

Final thoughts on a blank day

Horseracing is more than betting
and it is very evident
that several people on here love the sport
from that different perspective
the purely equine superlative.
of sublime horse against sublime horse.

The rest of us are poor Lilly allen devotees

And I am a weapon of massive consumption
And its not my fault it’s how I’m program to function
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track yeah I’m on to a winner

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
just jump that fence and get into gear

I’m not the loving kind

[gamble]

Beginning thoughts on an unblank day

I will be braving pavements of compacted ice
to haul my racing post

after

I have had my tea.
as Southwell surprisingly appears to be on today.

I would like to end on a positive note.
I like things simple and uncomplicated
Life’s better like that isn’t it ?
Two pubs the village pond…….the police station

I personally enjoyed the blank day of racing yesterday
and my favoured staple would be two meetings a day
three on Saturday and a blank Sunday – for other pursuits.

As far as the volume of this house
in my simple opinion,
there is room for a further
fifty percent of active members.

The site was in the doldrums for part
of 2008 – I think towards the end of the flat
and the situation turned around
and it seems to be thriving again.

gamble wrote that Father Cormack
can be unforgiving. I would like it known
this is not my personal view.and gamble will always
gripe at admin, and I distance myself from
some things he writes, particularly when he has
been on the krone.
I suppose Cormack represents the farmer to a large degree.
The big race section has split things up but
I consider it a success.
Yes

8

been a pretty good year
Keep things simple

[Author]

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