A Long Week.
Sunday 17th. A great day for us yesterday, as not only did our free column tip win BRETON ROCK at 7/2, we also had him in a an ew trixie with Dicky Johnson’s PUMP UP KICKS and AP’s BATHWICK MAN. With both BRETON ROCK and PUMP UP KICKS winning we had to wait till last knockings for BATHWICK MAN and who’s better than AP to be on your side, jumping the last I’m giving it a premature oi oi at home, only for the old rogue to bottle it, again, and get beat into second. Still a fantastic winning day, but only 40ish points profit instead of 100ish, Grrrrrr.
If you were one of the eighteen new sign ups I had yesterday, I bet your wondering what all the fuss and crying has been about, you long termers know what I mean.
With a little, only a little, spring in my step I catch the 10-07 train to Southwell today, for their big day of the year.
I meet The Rock Holden at Newark station and we proceed to The Saracens Head hotel in Southwell. As the traffic is horrendous, we decide to walk to the course, that’s my first mistake of the day, as all you that have been there will know, the concrete drive/road to the course is never ending and it seems like ten miles, I must of done The Rocks head in as I moaned every step of the way. The only good bit of the walk was passing the Grumbling Don in the line of traffic, the dirty dog didn’t even offer a lift, not that I would of accepted.
Our day gets off to the worst possible start as we have steamed into MISS GROVE in the first and the script was already written as, yes our man AP beats us into second. It’s ladies day and already the men’s toilets are overflowing with scantly dressed squarkers, how do these women get sooooooooo drunk sooooooooo quick, it’s got to be the wine, I’m sure. As I’m not a frequent user of ladies loos, I need to ask the question, is it the law to post a centry outside and not to shut the door when your squatting?? I’m not a prude or complaining just asking!!
Between the showers and oh yes, Tommo, who’s winding up the crowd and telling everyone to wave on the TV because it’s being broadcast all round the world, by the way he forgot to mention, it’s just an in house picture, priceless is our Tommo.
Amazingly with an out stretched arm and waving thumb The Rock manages to hail us a taxi and saves my moans all the way back to our digs. A quick spray and we are into the bar, complete with Holden’s Daz White Armani top, still with the label on heheheh
After a few beers an Indian is recommended by the locals, after a farce we find it above the Chinese. The meal is really good, so good The Rock has decided to take some home, oh no not in a container as most sensible people would, all down his not so white Daz top, priceless.
Monday 18th. Armed with his bottle of vanish we catch the 11-40 train to York. Although the plan was to go to Thirsk today, the card looks so poor we decide to give it a swerve.
BANDITRY is my first bet of the day and I get Smudger, Tom and Keith to back him for me at 13/8 and email out. ANYA looks an absolutely cracking ew bet to nothing at 11/2, although I don’t have so much on personally, I also email him out as a bet.
With all my bets and emails done I now have the rest of the day free, no I don’t visit the Minster, I pop into Ladbrokes and hope that the staff behind the ramp don’t recognise me, as I am on their BEWARE screens as a Shane Warne lookalike. As I’m in there I get a call advising me to back INVINCIBLE GOLD, although he is trading at a very short price, I’m told he will win, I do as I’m told and I also email the LATE BETTING service advising a maximum bet.
Michael Bells BANDITRY gets our “lazy” day off to the perfect start by winning under a good ride from Spencer. Shortly followed by INVINCIBLE SPIRIT also winning. We are flying today already and we still have our ew punt on ANYA to come.
The Regent Chinese buffet is booked at 7pm tonight, although they call it a buffet, it’s not the type where all the food is out in containers and gets all wishy washy after a while, they cook off the menu as required and only charge a score for as much as you can eat.
Oi oi ANYA, who I watch in Corals is brought from last to first to win nicely at 5/1. A perfect three from three today. I head for the Regent, I know an hour late, but I wanted to watch my race, I can catch up.
Won tons, mixed seafood and a curry and I am in the full swing of things, oh and not to be rude a bottle of white. The Rock is already in the full swing of things, complete with every tacky joke and phase you can think off.
Things are going really nicely I’m now on my second Foo Young, when the Rock, who is not content with ruining his own clothes, knocks his red wine over the fat man, who I have just met, to my left. Apart from my fits of laughter, a deathly silence follows as he vigorously wipes his Gant pullover and his shirt, pretending he’s not worried at all, but fuming really.
Surprise, surprise Mr Gant waddles out shortly afterwards, probably never to be seen again.
So in all quite an eventful Monday, a super days betting with three winners and a pissed off Mr Gant.
Tuesday 19th. York is still a day away and already the fun and games have started, on a serious note we have hit form just in time to turn our month around with two good winning days from the last three.
I’m missing the seaside meet at Yarmouth today, which I’m not unduly concerned about, but I have bet and emailed out ZIGGYS DANCER as a big win bet there. Steve tells me that QUINSMAN is a superb ew bet to nothing at 6/1, who will attempt to lead and make it a proper test.
It’s a quick trip to York’s designer outlet for a bit of shopping before the off tomorrow.
Smudger arrives this afternoon with his cousin Robert, who can drink for England, well he used to be able to anyway. I also think, unfortunately, the Tartan Tipster and the rest of his jock cronies are gracing us with their presences today.
ZIGGYS DANCER misses the break and still wins with a bit in hand and once again kicks our day off perfectly. The writing is on the wall early as QUINSMAN can’t get to the front and sulks and runs quite poorly, which is very disappointing.
I’m in hiding mode tonight as I want to be as fresh as the proverbial daisy for tomorrow’s kickoff.
Wednesday 20th. Here we go, Day 1 of Yorks four day Ebor meet and we have two favourites which I think are certainties, KINGSTON HILL and AUSTRALIA. I have my biggest bet of the year personally on AUSTRALIA, nearly as much on KINGSTON HILL and also a win double.
When SI SENOR comes through from my best source, I am in a muddle as I am virtually maxed out already. Thankfully I manage to get another six people to bet SI SENOR for me and good old Smudger helps me out by getting a monkey on at 2/1. When I arrive Roger Varian has just walked the course and considers the going is a bit quick for KINGSTON HILL, but has called the owners and left the final decision to them, god I hope they pull him out, as I don’t need any chances taking today.
The panic sets in as he walks around the pre parade ring and to worsen things he is sweating up, which he hasn’t ever done before.
The late decision and correct one is made to thankfully scratch him to leave a weak looking Voltiger.
What a horse AUSTRALIA is as he shows his older counterparts and clean pair of hoofs and bolts in, making me and hopefully all off you very happy bunnies.
Straight into the Champagne area to celebrate, after clapping my new superstar in. Will the powers to be drop him back to a mile for a crack at KINGMAN or take him across the pond for the breeders cup, what a lovely quandary to have.
All roads now lead to our final bet of the day SI SENOR at Kempton.
It’s back to the Regent tonight, hopefully it will be as lucky betting wise as it was last time, it is, as SI SENOR strolls past the rest and laughs at them on the way and finishes off another cracking days punting.
We end up in the living room until far too late and I can feel ladies day tomorrow may be a struggle.
Thursday 21st. A super winning day for us again, which is more than I can say about our meal, I had to go outside and check we were in the same place as the service was awful and the food, when we eventually got it was cold and crap. Thankfully, Smudger had the whip, because if it was left to me there would of been a huge stewards inquiry and I wouldn’t of given them a penny.
The cards at York look very difficult today and my involvement if any is going to be minimal.
All my contacts feel the same and the strongest I get through is MOLLY JONES over at Bath, I email out suggesting that we take the 10/3 on offer.
Dave Horn “the king of porn” is bang on his toes this morning and has the papers on our doorsteps and the the taxies ordered.
As we arrive one of the more over enthusiastic ladies, shall we say, is being wheeled out by a St. John’s team absolutely slaughtered.
As usual the grassed and tabled area is heaving, with all sorts of shapes and sizes and Simon is parading his new suit, which I must admit is ok, not Gordy, blingy, tags on the arms, well quite ok really, wonder if it will get home intact, not if I have anything to do with it. I join him at his table and somehow he is surrounded by whaling northern girls and I soon have to pay the entrance free of £60, two bottles of bubbly. As today is going to my closest to a day off I can relax and enjoy. Simons new crew are a varied bunch, sizes, shapes and colours. The blonde bird to my left has already smoked herself half to death is a live wire and this is not her first drink of the day, going clockwise round the table, the next curly girl is not one you would take home to Sunday lunch, well if you like your parents as she is constantly on about wanting a crap, the next has really pretty eyes, but her whole aim of the day, apart from getting pissed, is winning enough to buy her daughter a birthday cake, London Robert has perched himself next to her, with a gagging for it, older blonde next to him, two quite unassuming girls are next and than the looker of the party a brunette in white.
MOLLY JONES gives me about as much of a thrill as watching Curley have a crap and in my view is a noner on the day.
Friday 22nd. A cracking days racing and I am going to get stuck in. I email out CALVRYMAN, COUGAR MOUNTAIN and Sir Michaels, MUNAASER in the last.
It’s the quietest Friday I can remember at York for a while and the sun is shining. It soon seems dull and overcast as CALVRYMAN doesn’t run up to form and is very disappointing. We will get our monies back when COUGAR MOUNTAIN goes over six furlongs again as he is pushed from the kick and is closet at the finish. Is Paul Hannigan properly over his injury yet, or is that a nice way of saying he is riding very poorly at the moment, as highlighted on our MUNAASER.
After the racing I head straight back to the flat for a couple of hours of studying and to check out if I agree with a maximum bet I have been given for tomorrow. Simon and the Professor are already in town and chomping at the bit as the plethora of missed mobile calls I get shows.
About 9pm I have done as much as I can on the form side, so I eventually head out and to the Waterfront where they are now lurking, I arrive to Richard the owner and chef, perched in the back room pissed out of his head, the professors eyes look as if Holden has been chucking salt in them all night and old Horney boy is merrily reciting some of his weird and wonderful stories. Richards slurred offer of a steak takes all of two seconds for me to decline and as I’m on totally a different level I head off to the Chilli pepper restaurant, with tongue in cheek, promise we will hook up later.
Saturday 23rd. It was a million for me to meet up with the boys last night, after such a poor day. I’m sure it’s only lent as I have such strong information today and a MAXIMUM bet lined up for us.
Today’s free bet is MAXIMUM each way bet 5:00 York AJMAN BRIDGE 7-1 tote.
“Dinner would have been splendid… if the wine had been as cold as the soup, the beef as rare as the service, the brandy as old as the fish, and the maid as willing as the Duchess.” Winston Churchill
Come on Bellie boy give us an end of month show…..
Back next Saturday.