Ah! Dear old Sea Pigeon, revived a depleted bank balance and my girlfriend was so impressed that I was knee deep in him at Chester that she married me.
even better if you hit the gravy stroke at the finish line......I was once banging my ex Mrs sister while a horse I backed was wining on the TV. These days I can't do either.
Try the All weather; it worked for Constitution Hill.I was once banging my ex Mrs sister while a horse I backed was wining on the TV. These days I can't do either.
I once backed a winner, while eating a chocolate hob nob bought with money I found down the back of my sofa, but, on this rare occasion, you might possibly have had the edge on me there.I was once banging my ex Mrs sister while a horse I backed was wining on the TV. These days I can't do either.
One of the two bookmakers I managed to organise getting on with has paid out (fair play) and I'm now just waiting on the other one.I imagine hopefully they settle up on his withdrawal and don't make you wait until his official retirement as a 12yo winner Claimers on the sand.
I was once banging my ex Mrs sister while a horse I backed was wining on the TV. These days I can't do either.
I was once banging my ex Mrs sister while a horse I backed was wining on the TV. These days I can't do either.
And I thought buying the spread at 0.7 amount of women who'd sleep with Slim was a terrible bet.