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This is the story of the King’s new clothes:
Now there was once a king who was absolutely insane
about new clothes and one day, two swindlers came to
sell him what they said was a magic suit of clothes.
Now, they held up this particular garment and they
said, “Your Majesty, this is a magic suit.” Well, the
truth of the matter is, there was no suit there at all.
But the swindlers were very smart, and they said, “Your
Majesty, to a wise man this is a beautiful raiment but
to a fool it is absolutely invisible.” Naturally, the
King not wanting to appear a fool, said,“Isn’t it grand! Isn’t it fine! Look at the cut, the
style, the line!
The suit of clothes is all together
But all together it’s all together
The most remarkable suit of clothes that I have ever
seen.
These eyes of mine at once determined
The sleeves are velvet, the cape is ermine
The hose are blue and the doublet is a lovely shade of
green.
Somebody send for the Queen.”Well they sent for the Queen and they quickly explained
to her about the magic suit of clothes. And naturally,
the Queen not wanting to appear a fool, said,“Well, isn’t it oh! Isn’t it rich! Look at the charm of
every stitch!
The suit of clothes is all together
But all together it’s all together
The most remarkable suit of clothes that I have ever
seen.
These eyes of mine at once determined
The sleeves are velvet, the cape is ermine
The hose are blue and the doublet is a lovely shade of
green.
Summon the court to convene.”Well the court convened, and you never saw in your life
as many people as were at that court. All the
ambassadors, the dukes, the earls, the counts, it was
just black with people, and they were all told about
the magic suit of clothes. And after they were told
they naturally didn’t want to appear fools and they
said,“Isn’t it ohhh! Isn’t it ahhh! Isn’t it absolutely
wheee(whistle sound)!
The suit of clothes is all together
But all together it’s all together
The most remarkable suit of clothes a tailor ever made.
Now quickly, put it all together
With gloves of leather and hat and feather
It’s all together the thing to wear in Saturday’s
parade.
Leading the royal brigade.”Now Saturday came and the streets were just lined with
thousands, and thousands, and thousands of people, and
they all were cheering as the artillery came by, the
infantry marched by, the cavalry galloped by. And
everybody was cheering like mad, except one little boy.
You see, he hadn’t heard about the magic suit and
didn’t know what he was supposed to see. Well, as the
King came by the little boy looked and, horrified,
said,“Look at the King! Look at the the King! Look at the
King, the King, the King!
The King is in the all together
But all together the all together
He’s all together as naked as the day that he was born.
The King is in the all together
But all together the all together
It’s all together the very least the King has ever
worn.”Call the court physician! Call an intermission!
His majesty is wide open to ridicule and scornThe King is in the all together
But all together the all together
He’s all together as naked as the day that he was born.
And it’s all together too chilly a morn!Wrong I am on the can trying awfully hard to remember my first bet.
I dont know who killed cock Robin ? but its pretty clear Channel 4 brought a quick end to one lively set of tissue.I dont know who killed cock Robin ?
Neither do I; however, I do know that Michael Stoute trained a colt of that name who was slain by Henry Cecil’s Dunbeath in the 1982 Futurity.
1968 Grand National – Moidore’s Token 6d each-way 2nd at 100/6.
Presumably I was off round Mrs Tipton’s Sweet Shop on the following Monday with the extra pocket money!
Clearly remember the first bet I wanted to have but wasn’t allowed (too young!) Anglo in the 1966 Grand National, he duly hosed up at huge odds, the next year I was allowed to have half a crown on my choice, Honey End, who finished 2nd to Foinavon.
It’s all been downhill from there really …Can we talk about our second bet at some point, please?
Because that was the first winner I backed – Hit The Deck, 10p win @ 1/2 in a 5f seller at Beverley.
I was ecstatic.
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It's the "Millwall FC" of Point broadcasts: "No One Likes Us - We Don't Care"Mine was in the Wokingham, it finished second at 28/1 under Ernie Johnson, bottom-weight. I really can’t remember it’s name, would have been early 80s.
I’ve never bet more than £5 on any race, ever. There, I guess you all consider me some sort of wimp now. Indeed, with such a low post count, I’m amazed I’m still allowed to contribute ;)
If I were to judge you at all – and tbh who are any of us to judge each other? – I would judge you on your ROI, not your stake size.
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It's the "Millwall FC" of Point broadcasts: "No One Likes Us - We Don't Care"I think it was a quid each way on Bonanza Boy in the National. Used to love my dad taking me in to the local, smoke and laughter filled, den of sin when I was a youngster. “Don’t tell your Mam boy, mind”. Happy times.
BUY THE SUN
My lifelong love of the Grand National began in 1967. I was six and can remember only grainy snapshots of infancy before that year’s renewal. However, this event left an indelible impression. I watched it with my grandparents and recall black and white images of a seemingly endless stream of horses walking round the paddock. From them I picked out Red Alligator who finished 3rd. Naturally I stuck with the same horse in 1968 and this time my grandad put a very small amount on for me!
My first was Red rum 77 National at age 11. The usual few pence that your dad put on for you.
But the early bet i really remember was in the 1986 National. In late 1985 me and my mates had bumped into a local character in the pub. A window cleaner who had finished his round and had been in the pub ever since. He gave us a certain horse that was definitely going to win the National in April.
Fast forward to national day and somehow I’ve remembered the horses name. There it was in the paper. So off we all went to the bookies. We all put our bets on. We were real novices (nothing has changed since) and none of us really got each way betting so the bets were all to win. There was about 8 of us with bets up to a tenner each.The horse was Young Driver. Second at 66/1 to West Tip and none of us won a bean.
I’ve been donating to the bookies cause ever since.
Good story SMB.
Young Driver gave me a fright but West Tip went away on the run-in.
Reminds me I tipped West Tip to my mother’s baker. Don’t know how much money he had on but we had free bread for a week.
Bloody hell that was 35 years ago.
Value Is EverythingMust have been the late sixties where my Dad took me to Norfolk to see an old soldier mate of his. I remember seeing many more windmills then than you see today.
On the way back, he took me to Newmarket and forgive me if I’m wrong as it’s been a long time but sure I backed a winner from my ‘first bet’ called Damastown at 8/1.You’re welcome.
It’s more impressive to me to bet £10,000 a year and return £10,500 for £500 (5%) profit than to bet £100,000 a year and return £101,000 for £1,000 (1%) profit.
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It's the "Millwall FC" of Point broadcasts: "No One Likes Us - We Don't Care"Spot on Ian
Return On Investment (ROI) is virtually the same as Profit On Turnover (POT) and the terms are often used interchangeably. The former just sounds more posh
ROI is the gross return on the capital investment: £10,500 in the above example; POT is the net profit returned: £500
Annual income 20 Pounds, annual expenditure 19 Pounds 19 Shillings and 6 Pence, result happiness. Annual income 20 Pounds, annual expenditure 20 Pounds Ought and 6, result misery
Wilkins Micawber: he knew
It’s the Micawber principle that something will always turn up that ignites and fires the betting industry – possibly more than the spectacularly motivational and fun filled parting spruce of Grand National memories of old, or the ride of the century; the quick thinking brain and perfectly balanced physicality of Lester Piggot perched high off his leathers ready to squeeze out the narrowest of finishes in the cheekiest and quietest of ways that filled the smoke rooms for decades.🧐
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