my fckin spectrum of an excuse of a computer blew up and its taken me the best par of a month to get a new-ish one. luckily my eldest sibling jacqui bitcouncil lent me soirt of permanently her rather loaded beau's old one. so i'm back. not in time to give you my national tips (two went at the first fence) but me and a friend did manage to get eachways on fourth place. sadly only six quid for me. and the bitch behind the counter at corals couldt be barely arsed to ring up the branch in wimbledon broadway where i placed the bet earlier on today.
the cheeky doodery old cow got on the shop miobile which was fair enough but then procceded to slag me off in my earshot.
'ywh, i know for five fifty ! he could have waited until tomorrow couldnt he?'
no i fckin couldnt you stuoid old moo. that's two pints back for saturday night up charing cross.
then i tried too explain that five fifty wouldbe the payback from the starting price not my price that i got them to put on at midday.
'ooh, now he's quibbling.'
i couldnt be arsed to stand there about small change so i took the money off the counter gave her winstons v for victory and pissed off to paddy whack powers up the road wher my mate collected his similar amount of paltry cash and had service you expect rather than ivy tilseys of five minutess previous.
anyhows, nice to see some of you back
might have a bbq tomoorow though i was a bit worried that my catholic neighbours might think iwould be trying to replicate the vatican city's choosing of the new pope. you know, loads of white smoke, etc, etc...
have a good staurday night