Ok so here’s the deal, you lost a bundle of cash betting at the weekend… I doubt very much that if you did have a bad weekend you certainly didn’t lose more than £75,000. Now I’ve covered winning and loosing once or twice and there are still so many different aspects on reasons why it happens, mistakes people make how to avoid them, blah, blah, blah. But today I’m bringing too you a fresh angle when losing is concerned, when your back is against the wall and you decide hell I ain’t got nothing else to lose and dignity left the building a long time ago. Sometimes you just have to say to hell with it all, too all the doubters out there I’m cracking on and doing things the Frank Sinatra way. Well that my dear friends is total bollocks. You can kid your self from time to time but you can’t kid other people when it’s staring them clear in the face. However help is at hand so don’t despair, I have the perfect strategy to get you out of jail. Which brings me nicely to today’s topic…

 

Now here’s what you do, you’ve made a few bad betting decisions, but look on the bright side at least you didn’t get caught on film and then decide to trot off down to the high court to sue the newspaper who caught you in what must be a very embarrassing state of affairs. At least when you do lose you can just sweep it under the carpet and live to fight another day without anyone really knowing. I’ve just been reading an article regarding Mr. Max Mosley the president of the International Automobile Federation, now Mr Mosley is a well respected family man but dear me he liked to gamble, mainly with his own reputation, and when he gambles he gambles big. You may remember this guy he bet the wrong way and got rumbled in a den with five glamour girls dressed up in German uniforms. Now as I'm sure you’re aware I’ve had to sugar coat some of the phrases used as I don’t want my editor and gracious host to get his ass sued off.

 

It has been “alleged” that Mr. Mosley spent over £75,000 following his chosen sport and I don’t mean motor racing. If you are unaware of the story I’m sure Google will help you out why not amuse yourself and realise how good your life is compared to all the crazies out there. So no matter how bad your betting day has been, at least your private bedroom activities haven’t been splashed across the tabloids. Maybe you sometimes have to explain your betting patterns to the missus, but things could always be worse, try explaining to the wife or God forbid you end up under oath in the high court trying to explain to the Beak that whilst been tied up during a Nazi related game while receiving a punishment type beating, that the whole thing is really just “Cowboys and Indians for grown ups”, amusing or what.

 

Where the hell did the brief get that one from, I swear it didn’t come from me as no one contacted me regarding catch phrases. So the moral of the story is if you did lose big this weekend all you have to do is get a high profile job in let’s say motor sport and no worries off to court to tear it up for damages. Wow that gambling lifestyle can be so damn exciting. Exciting apart from never being able to go down the pub ever, ever again as the piss taking would be relentless and with all that saluting someone’s bound to lose an eye.

 

Regards

 

Ross