Not so good Friday

Not only do I talk rubbish. But now I'm writing it. In my Cheltenham overview, I boasted how I had made £163 in a few hours on the day after the festival, smugly intimating that this could be the way forward.

Well last night, when most single men were out doing the things that single men are supposed to do (and I can't even remember what they are), I rushed home to try to win a few quid on the racing from Dundalk and Wolverhampton. After making about £4 a race on the first six contests of the night, these were my results on the last four: lost £62; lost £45; lost £17; lost £51. My overall deficit on the night was £150.

I could try to blame it on the fact that I didn't got to bed till 04.30 the previous night. Or I could blame it on the fact that I know next to nothing about horse racing and have got to stop kidding myself that I am ever going to make it pay.