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Glen , sounds magical , I was working full time back then and was not aware of exchanges at all , there I was happily doing hundreds each saturday in my local ladbrokes …..was I happier , no , did I drink more , definitely , I discovered Betfair in 2000 and of was one of the original telephone trialists , I was nagging them for weeks to try it ……I had this idea I would clean up …and I did for a while
great days and great times …dont go racing at all now , in fact dont watch or bet on any Uk racing , as its bent ….the latest fun concerning the champion hurdle fav , didnt do a lot to renew my hopes ….its an impossible task to make it pay now , such are the margins , in fact given the premium charge , it must be worth trying to get on with the old enemy ….except they are about roulette machines now and are slowly backing away from racing as barry used to say nothing is forever
I have discovered other delights though and am now discovering Spanish football ….Ole… and Irish flat racing is my current golden egg
so I leave british racing to you sherrif , your bat phone could well be busy this year , and my fervent wish is that those interfering sods RFC get their commeuppance , with an unsponsored 4 runner champion stakes at ascot , run in a bog , with the smallest attendance possible …..doing to racing what Hitler could not do , and break the tradition of newmarket ,,,for change sake and no more
what a load of bullocks
enjoy
Ricky
Time slips by slowly in the
‘een
whilst abroad in the house proper
The two ghostly marmite men
are again toasted today as they
they spread out their aberrations
on the rack for all to gander
and pick at.Here everything is quiet
in fact a reply in a day
is timely – compare it
to Razeen who waited
five long years to
buy a Bromley pen
to re-apply for his old job.I wish you well for your
flat adventures Ricky,
Glenn has reminded me
of halcyon days of yore
when fruit harvests
were picked by hand rather
than machine.Welcome winkleman
Many people born in the fifties
like you, end up in houses of correction
or are laid out on Morecombe sands
UNTIL THEY WISELY AGREE TO ACCEPT
THE MODERN OVERPOPULATED SOCIETY
AND FILL OUT THE CONCENSUSGamble, the marmite men may be gone and in a couple of weeks the clones will be busy trying to edge out the cornflake posters , who have ad hominem piles or just spend all day dreaming about a November dawn on southwell sands
Wink ,, hope you are out and about soon , do drop in and say hello , this quiet patch in the reeds is the perfect spot to uncover a big sealed secret
so go on Gamble , its time to put this dreaded Razeen business to sleep , perhaps with a cold afternoon Krone , the words will drop out and once again calm and balm will be restored
we are waiting dear sheep
Ricky
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Thanks for that Mr. Gamble. It’s good to feel welcomed. It’s just like meeting old friends once in a blue moon and warms the cockles of my heart. I’m not as good at writing as your good self but from what I’ve read, going back over your old posts have you ever thought of compiling them all into a book? Now there’s a passing thought. I’d do it for you but time waits for no man and though the spirit is willing I fear the flesh is not.
I’ve tried changing my style of writing over time but old habits die hard. I hope it doesn’t cause offence to your literary eyes. By the way, I remember many childhood visits to Morecambe; Dad worked on the railway so every Sunday he’d use his free travel concession passes. My long lasting memory is of Heysham Head and watching Pinky and Perky in their infancy. Did you know they started up as an outside entertainment duo a bit like Punch and Judy? Now there’s a couple to be reckoned with, don’t you agree?Ricky I do have some cold evening krones
lined up before me, but more importantly
I have some rare time.
As for unleashing the evil locked in this thread,
it would be a huge risk,
and a project of some size,
as I am by nature very wordy.
I would also lay myself open
to more ridicule than the marmite men
received when they staged a concert
with the deadWith the two recent deaths in the main house
all large scale works now carry
a higher risk and are under scrutiny
Winkleman, your style of writing is cordial
and relaxed and flows interestingly.
It’s certainly more perky than punch and judder.
You seem to reference the old stage couple
as if there might be some hidden
connection. You have set me wondering
if you might have a past life winkleman,
not on Morecombe sands but in Hawaii
on a board.As for rounding up my writtings and putting
them on general release – I can only suggest
the heavy dust on them that would gather
in the various sanatoriums that received them
in brown wrapping could well be injurious to health.
I would not want to encourage the criminally insane
to jump from their normal boxes
and escape to a more frightening
more unreal world and so unlock their
true potential.Glen , sounds magical , I was working full time back then and was not aware of exchanges at all , there I was happily doing hundreds each saturday in my local ladbrokes …..was I happier , no , did I drink more , definitely , I discovered Betfair in 2000 and of was one of the original telephone trialists , I was nagging them for weeks to try it ……I had this idea I would clean up …and I did for a while
great days and great times …dont go racing at all now , in fact dont watch or bet on any Uk racing
Why the harking-back to a fimsy golden age that could not have lasted and should never have been, had the falsity "the bookmaker always wins" not been tattooed on generations of back-o’-hands at birth
An age made possible only by shoals of naiive Minnows who thought themselves Koi Carp willingly finning and fluttering themselves into the gaping jaws of the few wise old Pikes waiting motionless in the long reeds
The Pikes grew fat and the population exploded until the inevitable over-fishing of the minnow-wannabe-kois resulted in a dead river save for the few kois-now-realising-they’re-minnows who learnt a lesson from the near-death experience, and from then on made the wise fight for their food. Be Fair
It couldn’t last Angel, too much happiness
Fair enough Gamble , best to let sleeping dogs lie ..I will not tempt you to unleash the horror of horrors and besmirch all our dreams with the shattering truth
As for Mr Winkleman I suspect some cloning has happened , which begs the question , do you spend much time in Signapore Sir ??
I fear the clones , as when loaded with Krones they wreak Havoc
Ricky
Beautiful imagery Drone
and I am certain there was
fish bait under the counter.We have all been guilty of falling
for the warmly smoked fish farm.Ricky – once in a blue moon may be
a clue – possibly ex betfair.
Winkleman must be given the benefit
of the doubt due to his fresh fish
politeness and because his dad
worked on the railways
Portillo style with a smile
and not begrudging the
hardness of early mornings
back in the fifties.As for my night of excess
a throwback to the
splash ’em and laugh
jilly boots era
I dont think that will happen
again in a long long timeGamble , a lot to ponder there , partic the Jilly reference
I will away to my pond and watch the spawn become a tempest , while Drone gets busy with his cabbage plants
Mr Winkleman , I am sure we have brushed in a past life
for now its adieu
I will away to my pond and watch the spawn become a tempest , while Drone gets busy with his cabbage plants
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–Of Cabbages–and Kings–
And why the sea is boiling hot–
And whether pigs have wings.""But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that."A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed–
Now if you’re ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.""But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf–
I’ve had to ask you twice!""It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we’ve brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter’s spread too thick!""I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes."O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You’ve had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?’
But answer came there none–
And this was scarcely odd, because
They’d eaten every one.with thanks to Lewis Gamble-Carroll
"And tell your mates" shouted The Gladiator from the Arena Floor.
So I will.
Gentleman, the call has been put out for all able men to don their rope chain and spear.
Winkleman
"didn’t realise that Leeds was such an amazingly popular source of racing information."Well, I listen to a Leeds based net radio service called Sports Live Radio on my ipod which relays all the official racecourse commentaries. The presenters and the contributors can be a real pain, especially when it comes to giving their tips. Really comes into its own when there are lots of meetings to cover. Special mentions for Real Taffy, Intrepid Punter, Jock and Jude and Nick (swallow)Millard, who I believe is the owner.
How you hangin’ Gamble?
"I was born to run, be ahead of the rest"
Emmylou HarrisHoly Open Palms Batman. We’ve been in some sticky situations before, but being tied by Mr Clawback’s ropes as the conveyor belt trudges slowly towards the 18th hole could be the end.
If you’ve got an anti-rogering batbeard disguise kit in your utility belt, now’s the time to whip it out old chum.
Its a bleak night
I started looking
for clone over ten
year ago – they
started the fight ‘n’
are still cookin’that first knee bite
five times as long ago
as Pinza last bent his pen
they’ve kept outta sight
I’m chuckin it all in
like lazarus KenI been stoned by them
wasted by their angles
I’m no longer effective
gainst da real men
da gangsters
every one cloned up
‘n all sweetly defective
just watching me
– the detective
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