“When I look backupon my life it’s always with a sense of shame” sang Neil Tenant in his thin meek voice. Replace the word “life” with “bets” though and that would be me. New year always brings on some daydreaming about what we want in the coming one that we didn’t get in the old, and what we got then but didn’t want, which we’d like to avoid in the next and all that. Still there? Happy New Year to you!
The record is good at the moment, but that is to present a snapshot as truth (for tipping results click here). In reality, the ongoing rollercoaster of my betting life is in the shape of a sine wave perpetually oscillating erratically between the deep blue sea and high heaven on the axis of fortune, outrageous fortune. Punters know that it’s a bumpy old ride, and bumpy rides are disorientating – most bets lose so naturally one feels like a loser. But we’re up! So like I say, happy new year to you, and here with a sense of hope are the next dirty dozen, for various reasons: