14 quid down the drain! its outragous. utilising the celerbrated svengali betting teknique of extrapilation the winner, by the quality of name coupled with the choice of colours and decided upon with various roles of the die, i not only failed to win, but managed to back every sort of mindless crippled horse that the day provided. in one race i bet on two horses, which acording to my “decision” dice would not only win but get some sort of record for the course. one decided early on in the race that it liked the view from behind, and that going any faster than a snail’s pace would be unwise. it finnished so far behind the others, i imagine it would have been faster if the jockey had got of and walked. the other which i pinned my hopes on had some sort of fit in the second lap, and was led away, to be put down i hope, the cursed beast!

any way a fun day was had by all.