It has been quite a week this last week. In fact I cannot believe once again how quickly the year is going. Perhaps it is just that I am getting older. I was certain as people get older that they became more tolerant using their experience of situations to take life in their stride and move on. I am definitely bucking that trend and getting less tolerant, more grumpy and more miserable as life passes by. But only in one instance and that is dealing with internet gamblers, or to be correct people who gamble that I have met through the internet. This last week has been a casing point that has epitomised everything I believe about how people work. I have two scenarios to discuss one today and I will post part 2 tomorrow.
I will start with Cheltenham. Always one of my favourite weeks of the year and one where I in fact have a punt off my own back on horses and hope that from all the sources of information I receive I come out ahead. I announced that I would do a live blog on the Tuesday, I was meant to attend Cheltenham on the Wednesday but one of my colleagues had a problem so we filed it as too difficult and abandoned enabling me to do a live blog each day. I was then asked on Twitter if I would be posting my selections up on my timeline.
As the picture shows I replied they would be on site and that I would copy and paste and SHOULD be able to do so. Contrary to popular belief I do not just sit on my arse all day for others entertainment, Tweeting or doing other stuff. I am trying to continually grind out a living from punting and everything else is much an aside (one I am tiring of ever quicker).
Anyhow back to Cheltenham and after a nice return in the first race Tuesday I then started to spiral downhill, tweeting my bets as I went if possible. It was not until the Thursday afternoon that I regained some respectability. After a bloodbath Wednesday picking up a good few quid late Thursday to get back to some normality. Of course it was the last two races Thursday, that I made a profit and I was unable to tweet the bets as I was on the phone. Instantaneous emails started after posting the returns. I felt about as welcome as Vladimir Putin in Kiev come Thursday night. After committing the crime of losing my own money on Wednesday and daring to win some back on Thursday, whilst not broadcasting it via Piccadilly Circus in neon lights and ensuring the whole world population could see what I did.
Friday was going pretty much down the pan until I followed some advice that I received from my good friend and profitable tipster Will Lattimore (yes the Will Lattimore I keep banging on about because he wins!!)
As you can see he congratulated me on Thursdays late recovery and advised me to bet a 40/1 shot on the Friday. The 40/1 shot duly hacked up and lucky old me escaped my bloody war just over £800 better off. A good few FTS guys had been following each day and adding their comments and I know genuinely all felt good for me to end in a profit as did a few on Twitter who also congratulated me.
Come Saturday though over 60 emails of out and out abuse, the cardinal sin I had committed ranging from being an “arrogant lucky f****r” to being “responsible for huge losses Wednesday why would I continue to follow you?” and pretty much everything in between.
Cheltenham for me is fun, I am prepared if not overly happy to throw a couple of grand at it and hope to come out ahead or not to damaged. I just enjoy watching the racing itself. I rarely gloat but now I will, if you lost tough titty, I won, you lost, I didn’t. Well done me!! Of course that is aimed at a particular type of reader and only that type will take offence. (Any nice people who lost I apologise)
Betting on horses is volatile, you can do your brains and you can turn things round quickly as the Cheltenham week showed, particularly at the prices I like to bet at. I am not sure what anything I did is wrong, except share my bets for people to see on my own website. Apparently that makes me a “parasite.”
Well I have a simple answer sod off elsewhere!
What I really enjoy is knowing people were reading hoping with all their hearts that I lost, well I didn’t, just like I didn’t last year or the year before and just like I won’t next year!! (yes bookmark the post so you can ram it down my cake hole in 2015!)
I bet my way, I have bad runs and I dig in, my time for idiots expired a long time ago and in Part 2 tomorrow I will explain more further in regards to football betting and amazing scenes I witnessed online at the weekend!