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‘coffin dodgers’ ! Long time since I heard that one .. and I wasn’t one, myself, then. Not quite so funny now I’m eighty … Not true actually, clivexx. I think you made a fairly regular kind of observation into a knavishly amusing one. Brutal, but amusing in the extreme.
I think ‘coffin dodgers’ is more imaginative than the French, ‘croulants’ or ‘crumblies’, and in a manner of speaking, slightly more respectful… whether earned or not ! I don’t think the English are good at a lot of things, but I think our slang is second to none. And that Anglo-Saxon flair for imaginative slang is truly awesome. G K Cheststerton remarked that slang is metaphor, the very stuff of poetry, and he was right, wasn’t he ? It seems to have travelled across the globe, throughout the English-speaking world, to Oz, the US, Canada, NZ.
Here’s a couple from the US, you might not have heard :
(a simile, also the stuff of poetry) ‘…. as crazy as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking-chairs.’
Another classic, with a little added context, is : ‘Why, she beat him like a red-headed stepchild !’
ha ha! Good idea. Anyway, the way things have been going, punters who follow you guys will need to follow this thread very closely – before the bookies crash the prices !
Hilarious anecdote. I think that’s happened to a fair number of bludgers ! Thre’s no such thing as a coincidence ; God’s just got a mean sense of humour sometimes ! Like ours !
Didn’t it ‘click, Graham, the Paddy Power banner, in relation to our earlier conversation ? Admittedly not very consequential !
THE KIDS HAVE CHRISTMAS, WE HAVE CHELTENHAM
That’s too cruel, Ray. Gee whizz. An absolute sickener. Well, three, to be precise. Likewise for the Dazzler ! But with thousands in the offing…. well….yours surely take the biscuit.
Anything on any of these photos ring a bell, Gray ? They’re still keeping an eye on you guys, by the look of it.
https://www.theguardian.com/sport/gallery/2020/mar/13/cheltenham-festival-2020-in-pictures
Sorry. The web address for that maverick news site should have read, not ‘veterans.com’, but
‘veteranstoday.com’ !!!!
Take it easy with that ticker, Graham, when that roar goes up ! tee hee. Do you lads ever meet up at the races ? I can imagine some banter.
Yes, I’m fine thanks, Daz. Trying to set the world to rights, as usual, when I’m not festering. If you want to get the real news of what’s going on in the world, a good site is ‘veterans.com’. Exciting time for you guys with Cheltenham. Though I expect you get gnuff excitement from your tennis wins, alone, what with hiding behind the settee from time to time !
Graham will be like a toddler looking forward to Christmas morning with Cheltenham upon y’all !
I didn’t used to hide behind a couch, as such, Uncle Dazzler. I put two armchairs together. And put my fingers in my ears for a while. Belt and braces, you know ?
As regards your question* concerning my punting, no, alas, I stopped a short while ago on divine instructions ! In any case, it would take me years, decades to catch up to the levels you guys operate at. It took me half a century to get some kind of handle on the racing ! Seriously, imho, making money from racing is a vocation like any other. You’re meant to make a living from it or your not.
Whether Butch Cassidy and Sundance do, it seems highly likely you could. Not that relying on the golf and horse-racing for your income wouldn’t cause stress at times, but your tennis … well, it sure looks like you’re in the box-seat versus the bookies. Just my two penn’orth.
*I missed your question in an older post.
Thanks for the kind thoughts, Ray ; but the harder things have become, the more easily smiling, laughter and banter have come, in between, even during the Gospel readings (not in a an irreligious way – just in the recognisably- human foibles of the characters, including the Boss Man). So, maybe I should frown and fret more….. and give my muscles some exercise ! Perhaps the face muscles’d be better than nowt.
(mad as ever!)Hi Graham
Yes, thank you, old chap. I’m fine, given that old age never comes on its own ! I haven’t dared to yield to my love of the challenge of pitting my wits agin the bookies, as I’ve never been able to win an argument against God. So my daily challenges are now limited to tying up my shoe-laces and not falling over when stepping of a kerb more than 3″ high. I don’t mind staggeriing around for a bit. But I have to wait until oncomng traffic is half a mile away or more, and then make a mad dash (like one of those American quarter horses !) to t’other side of the road – where I hang on to railings or whatever’s there, until I get my breath back. A bit like a game of chicken, I suppose. Especially with the trams we now have to contend with as well, in Auld Reekie.
I like to keep up with what you lads are getting up to, though, so I was tickled to see you’ve been winning hand over fist, Gray. Uncle Darren will have to look to his laurels. But seriously, you’re all great sports and do like to see each other winning, even if your own picks gang doon. As long, I expect, as it doesn’t happen TOO often…! Though when all’s said and done, it would be better than seeing the bookies trousering everything, even so. Also, good to see Raymo, (and MOM a while back), back in there swinging. Anyway, I’ve still got two bets on the Scotch lad to be the new James Bond, and rightly or wrongly, I’m hopeful. I wish they’d make up their mind and tell us who it will be.
Anyway, continue with the good form, lads. Exciting stuff. And thanks, as ever, for your kind wishes.
Every best wish to y’all, then, until another time.
Grimes Well, as I’m sure you know, Darren, every pro bettor has losing runs, and at least one losing year, but somehow I don’t think five losses on the trot comes anywhere near a long losing run, as people who bet on the horses understand the term. Somehow, I can’t imagine you need a day-job, other than the form study you’d be doing now. I wonder how many folk have made a good few shekels from your tips ? You might need to look to your laurels, ‘put your foot on the loud pedal’, though, with BigG ‘on song’!`
Incidentally, what a wonderful name, ‘Gael Monfils’. ‘Absalom, my son ! My son !’ : David’s lament when he heard of the death of his traitorous son.
Yes, I always like to keep a track of what you rogues and vagabonds have been up to, BigG, if only to get a good laugh out of your health worries – hiding behind the settee, pulling the covers over your eyes, calling for defibrillators and what have you ! never tire of your health bulletins. Always good for a LOL. Or ROFL! And poor Raymo, with the world getting in the way so much. The world is too much with us, Uncle Ray. Hamlet told me that.
But seriously they were a couple of very nice winners you had at the end of the year, weren’t they, BigG ? Not to speak of the year’s profit. I can’t help laughing either at Uncle Dasbert’s moaning about only having a series of 2nds and thirds. A lot of us would probably sell our grannies to do that. Or did you have them all on the nose, Darren ?
I haven’t been back to that branch, Graham, as I don’t want to embarrass the girl, mooning over her. The old meaning of ‘mooning’, I hasten to add. I was nuts about a Latvian girl in Australia, always special when they’re not averse to me ! I can only put that kind of response down to God putting a spell on them. But I’m not complaining. You never competely forget an old flame, do you ?
My wife and I love each other to bits, but the chemistry wasn’t there with her. For me, she was so beautiful, chemistry could ‘go take a hike’, as the Yanks like to say, as far away it wanted to. I knew that she had never really got over her first husband, and I was actually rather touched by it. I suppose because it’s something I can understand. So I said to her not to feel embarrassed if she still carried a flame for
him, so I was tickled to find she’d put the date when they first met, about 60 years ago in her diary, and transfer it each year, with the other dates, onto my calendar.That’s you ration of Barbara Cartland stuff for today, folks.
Keep walloping those ‘turf accountants’. Wonderful euphemism ! And keep the heart tablets handy. Greetings to Uncle Darren, Raymo, MOM. and the troops.And a very Happy Christmas to you, BigG and Raymo, mukka – as well as a successful New Year, natch. I know we all wish each other well.
Thank you, BigG. It’s really nice of you. You’ve all been very welcoming. Despite the fact that I am no longer allowed to bet (I wish I could types an upwardpointing arrow… I don’t think He’s got anything personally against betting – we do it all the time, just crossing the road ! Especially when you’re old and doddery. Stepping off a 3 inch or 4 inch curb will sometimes see me stagger about for a bit ! No. It’s the time I tended to devote to studying it – and I can’t deny I did ! Anyway, I get a buzz out of seeing your bets and hearng the patter. Especialy about hding behind the settee, and the possibility of need for an ambulance !
The best of luck, as ever, I hope lads, and to your pretty large, I suspect, group of followers.
Hi Daz,
Seems I posted the email below to myself (slightly edited), instead of to you, on Monday 28th last month, in response the enquiry you made concerning my welfare, I think on the same day.
‘I’m fine, thank you, Dazzler. Just eating my heart out that I’m missing all your winners some of which I used to follow off my own bat, too. Especially Woods. God has a twisted sense of humour like mine, I’m afraid – so I shouldn’t complain. This time I think I was in profit when He ‘lowered the boom’, thanks in no small part to your good self and your advices. I do like to se how you’re all getting on, though – especially to see you all winning so often. I have a fairly strong suspicion you, yourself, might have been enriching a fair number of punters. A nice thought, eh Dazzler. I hope so. Still, it’s worry to read gambling is a problem with many youngsters, these days. (I have more than gnuff income one way and another for my needs).
Be lucky – as well as shrewd as the proverbial ‘sh*t-house’ rat. I’ll be keeping an eye on y’all.
Best
grimes’‘Par for the course’ for you, Uncle Dazbert. I wonder how many other punters have been coining it in following your tips. BigG said your record with the tennis last year was outstanding. 22 wins, was it ?
