Any of you lot superstitous enough to use a last and only occasional ploy to get a bet home.:>Grin> I once knew a Jewish Bookmaker( makes it even better) that as a last resort in stopping a Horse he had laid, would have a pair of his Wife's soiled knickers covering his nose for the entire raceucking the 3 mile chase races were particulary gruesome) the shop used to ring to a duet of moans, him suffering and the punters knowing their fate. Personally at dire times, for some odd reason, I decided that my way of guaranteeing a winner was sticking my finger up my arse.:finger23: Problem was, that although the success rate was poor, I started enjoying it regardless of the result. Maybe in hindsight, thats where my arthritic finger problem stemed from, the Wife has always complained of a smelly mouse but too busy gambling,assumed she was talking of a personal disorder.
Well, just me or is it normal bet loss syndrome.
Well, just me or is it normal bet loss syndrome.