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whereas i have no idea as to the how, when or why of such it is a commonly accepted thing that the horse race known as the grand national became the biggest betting day in the UK. it is an occasion when all who(m) would not usually bet, and this includes me, look you see, shall place a wager on a horse (and requisite jockey) surviving what is considered a tough, demanding and dangerous course, and of course doing so faster than the others. 

as it turns out, by chance more than any notion (or belief) of skill, i went and backed a winner, didn't i just. yes, true, i put the odds slightly in my favour by placing a wager on three (3) different horses, but still, the returns (as in coins of money won) came to an amount which exceeded the net total of what i had bet. 

quite the pocket weighing down hefty return i got there for my brave and bold decision to place twenty five large on the horse what won it, I Am Maximus. so long as you (as i choose to) define "large" as being pence. my thinking was "well, that one is the favourite and i think it won last year, so go on then let me include it". 

the other horses i bet on? one was called Commander Cody, which i think is the name of a character out of that Star Wars thing, specifically the Clone Wars which my (known) children love. for the other it was Firefox, and yes purely because of the boss Clint Eastwood film called Firefox. my winnings would have been considerably (if not formidably) higher had either of those two won, but alas no, they didn't. 

despite having no particular interest in horse racing (or gambling in general) i confess to being quite fascinated by it all. it is, in all likelihood, the single most ruinous vice that remains accepted as being quite normal by the standards of society. my suspicion is the tales of addiction and financial woe, with consequences of the latter being a myriad of darkness, would fuel nightmares. yet gambling dominates advertising these days, with various bookies (or similar) being prime sponsors of sports. not quite the same moral compass used to judge smoking, for instance. 

i do (that said) sometimes wish i could live the life of cunning, guile and bravado what my good friend Eddie Baby does. he will walk into a bookies, right, select a horse and then say something really cool sounding like "fifty grand, on the f*****g nose", and know what all that means. that just sounds a good deal more exciting than my own existence. 

be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!