Mates - kinda....
Having been a split family kid, the whole friends thing was a bit tricky. Mates during the week couldn't be seen at weekends as they were 30 miles away, and the friends at the weekend were not seen enough to be good mates!

But James was a family friend who I only saw at weekends. He was a knob. Whatever I had done, he had done it twice, with lesbians, in a Porsche.

I go off to uni, and get a job as a bookie. Occasionally, I get a cracking tip. And free tickets. I get free tickets for the Lincoln meeting in 1999. And some how James is there. And comes up , knowing I am a bookie and asks for a tip, with all of his mates from work. "Little Strump knows horses, he'll give us a good tip, I'll back his word"

The previous night, a connection of Right Wing came into our office and states it'll win as long as there is no rain. Lovely rain free night. My office has had about £20k on it, and caved the price in the morning before the race from 8/1 to 5/1. So I tell James the favourite will win, and I've backed him with a grand, where-as my £1k is on Right Wing at 8/1. He goes on about small fry bets, and disappears off to the bookies.

He has to be better, so goes and puts "all of my wedge" on the same horse. The Favourite. No form. Never ran well over the distance.

I actually cheered the favourite all the way to the line, and felt his disappointment. Until I picked up £9k from the track bookies on the way out.

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(Strump striving for imperfection since, Fri 4 Feb 2011, 23:07, Reply)