As both Renee and my diary brought to my attention – yesterday was another Friday, 13th. Which is why it’s a good job that the “Grand National”, the horse betting event for the Great British Masses, is always run on a Saturday. This year’s taking place today.
I don’t know anything about horse racing, I don’t think about the ethics of it. It’s years since I last bet on anything. So time for a touch of reckless abandon. The amount I set on six horses so small you may wonder why I bothered. Well, you know: It’s not how much you win, it’s the thrill of the race. And if you wish to receive any insider tips on how to spot a winner do look no further:
Forget the intricacies of past performance, odds and predictions. There is only one foolproof way, and that is to go by name. Preferably with all the odds (say 200:1) stacked against you. Forget track records. Believe in the outsider.
The horses I have chosen and please do draw your own conclusions as to my current disposition:
- BECAUSE I COULDN’T SEE
- ON HIS OWN
- ORGANISED CONFUSION
- and in honour of my son and his long locks (just don’t tell him I put a bet or he’ll raise a brow) VIKING BLOND.
I checked the papers as to odds about 9 am this morning. Annoyingly, by the time I put my stake on, just after midday, the odds for Postmaster had fallen from 150/1 to 80/1. Organised Confusion which was 18/1 is now at a reassuring 20/1. Fish clearly in plenty supply this morning ‘Seabass’ has gone from 20-1 to 9-1. Wish I could say the same for my fishmonger’s prices.
With Viking Blond at a continued and unrealistic 100/1 worst case scenario I will be up £3.00 on my whole stake. and at best I’ll be £94 better off.
And yes, I did bet ‘one way’, no return. Go the whole hog.
Before you condemn me for squandering money better employed buying toilet paper let me remind you that we all need a thrill every so often. And at £6.00 that’s cheap compared to say … I don’t know, what?
Two hours to kick off and my adrenaline is heading for the starter box.