Poor Old Wossy

Poor old Jonathon Ross , a twelve week suspension . That will only leave him with 4 million for the year . He will have to start hitting lidl for a while . In fairness I don't think he's the worst although his show was getting boring anyway.
Now that other spanner is a different kettle of fish . He's the type you would want to send down Sheriff st on a saturday night telling him "the coolest nightclub in Dublin is down there, all the celebs go.""Yes thats right just past all those hoodies playing with hammers ."

He should be shot with balls of his own shite!

Viva la Recession

This feckin recession is great.
Not only has it got our elderly out keeping fit , marching up and down the streets of Dublin ,but a fill of heating oil is half the price it was a few months ago , you can buy a house for fuck all and still be happy knowing the builders made a loss . There's any amount of luxury cars and jeeps out there after been reposessed off the "keepin up with the Jone's" gang ,and they are all going for a song .

A lad was telling me that his super duper 3liter 4x4 all terrain cruiser , which he needs for his job selling xmass cards, has shot down in value. It cost him near 40k two years ago and he was offered only 10k as a trade in. The car salesman had to run for a basin after he told him , but it was only a fit of dry reaching he had.

Even Dunnes are offering loads of two for one deals to keep up with Lidl and Aldi. However I still love to hear that Polish accent after my trolleys gone through saying "That will be sweet fuck all sir." Yes long live the recession.


No Horse today can't be arsed and don't forget it's a recession.

Plane compass

Bremen was great fun , lovely spot , nice people and cheap for food and drink . The bars are open all night , and of course were availed of . Another thing I found about Bremen was the fact that no matter what hour of the night you were out , you felt at ease and under no threat from slobberers . Now shoot back to Dublin at 3am friday morning and take an imaginary stroll along O'connell st . The hairs are standing up on the back of my neck just thinking about it . Dodge the slobber .

On the saturday morning after an hour or two in bed a few of us hit the riverside for a curer .There were some great bars and cafe's along the river , all with beer gardens to watch life go by while nursing your thumper . Mick the eye in the sky man was lost in the town somewhere and desperately trying to locate us . I had a tourist map from the hotel so got onto the phone to try and guide him in . I asked him where he was and all I got was "there 's swings and slides around me." Funnily enough they were not marked on the map so until I got his location he was staying lost.

Then he came out with a master class in SAS survival map location tactics . "Can you see that plane." Sure enough there was a plane flying over head . I'd had enough at this stage "Mick never mind the fuckin plane can you see the sun? well were directly under it."


rowan rio windsor 16.00
10/1

The Toothpaste Law

I'm sorry but I'm fuckin sick to death of the idiotic shite you have to go through getting searched at the airport. A half filled tube of toothpaste was taken off one of the lads because it was a 120ml tube and 100ml is the limit. The arguement went on for a while and of course the officials response was to go through everything else he had with a fine tooth comb. They will take a nail clipper off you and then let you buy as many bottles of duty free, flammable hooch as you want, to smash over the crews heads and have a fuckin campfire in the aisles. The mujahadin must be in knots at us all.

Who is responsible for it? I know those highly intelligent folk from bushland normally click a finger and our lads dance a jig ,but it's plain to see it's gone haywire. When you step back a bit and think about it, it's so out there it would make you giggle. You see it every day at the search area. 100's of people throwing their squeezed toothpaste and half empty bottles of aftershave into the securities christmas hamper bag , giggling and twitching to themselves.

The last time I was away with the boys we had just got through customs on the return journey when one lad realised he was wearing a belt he had for years that held a throwing knife in the buckle. But don't anyone panic they did find and confiscate his lethal dose of colgate thanks be to god.


Now GiGis
Our last two bets did not shine for us but we're still in profit.
Todays horse is matterofact brighton 17.00 at 6/1

The seizures have eased

Back from Bremen and yes the flapping about on cold bathroom tiles has eased and I'm no longer talking like Stephen Hawkings. It took a while before my ability to type came back but I'm nearly there now, bar the dreadful grammar. I had met a few of my fellow travellers on the outskirts of Dublin as one of them decided on driving to the airport which left me a little uneasy knowing Dublins traffic on a friday afternoon.Still the flight was not till 18.45 and we met at 15.30 plenty of time, yes?

The first bead of sweat appeared on my brow when the car pulled off and Mick the eye in the sky man said "the M50 is the way to go lads trust me I was on it on the way here, clear as a bell."We got to the lepardstown roundabout and shuddered to a halt.I turned my head slowly to see Mick with his head in his hands murmuring "sweet lanteren fuck."It was like the murder mile in Iraq cars everywhere trying to escape and nothing moving.

We pretty much inched our way to the fabulous state of the art barrier free toll bridge for an hour and a half. Everytime I glanced at my watch I could hear Mick dry reaching. So stress levels had rose from green to amber and we hadn't even arrived at the home of the ryanair monster yet.I just had to keep breathing, "in with the good air out with the bad, in with the good out with the bad" God help us.


Todays horse
ling 16.00 blown it 14/1

The Fatherland

Bags are packed flying to Bremen Germany with a bunch of missfits, god love the Germans.I've had to swallow my pride and go Ryanair so I'm pretty sure I'll be phsycotic when we land.
TODDLE OOOO!

The Lunchtime swarm

I'm just back from braving the lunch time swarm of school kids in town. Every outlet that sells any kind of crap take out is packed.I had to go to the garage which is a known grazing ground for this particular herd.They have to put on more staff at that time just to deal with flow and clean up the droppings.Things have to be bad when they even have a door man.

Of course the garage have encouraged this by making the habitat suitable for them ,plenty of hot chips ,burgers and any other crap they can shovel in and some nice little hidey holes around the back where the rebels of the herd can smoke and prey on any weaker ones that mistakenly pass by.I queued up behind five of them thinking I was'nt doing too bad and would be out of there soon.EH NO! five school kids has to be multiplied by how many are in the shop as you get a constant flow of kids passing stuff to their mates in the queue, little fuckers had me there for 30 minutes.

Whatever happened to egg and onion sandwiches that would keep everyone away from your locker.I never had one thing stolen from my locker ,then again didn't get many kisses either.Sometimes it was just jam but there was a lad in my school worse off than us all,bread and butter boy.Although in fairness to him he called them imagination sambo's and would open up the slices and declare with delight "a nice bit of roast beef today with mustard." I can't remember anyone leaving our school obese, today it's like walking around florida seeing them all gorging and waddling around. God love the health system in a few years talk about being weighed down.

Racing
We had no luck with the last horse but are still in good shape todays bet is at the 17.00 at windsor full victory at 9/1 good luck

Cunning Vixen

I came back from the pub last night a little lighter from the poker game. The old codgers ganged up on me and shook my pockets for change.There was nearly a melt down before the game as a few people had decided to sit at the table thats used for the poker. The mumblings and grumblings as we got our drinks , curses and damnations were put on the families of those who dared to sit at the card table. Now it didn't bother me , i'd play cards on the bonnet of car but the grumpies have their set ways, the light is just right at that table, were not to near or to far from the stove and most importantly we have the perfect line of sight to give the barmaid the nod.

Needless to say the others didn't move and some even suggested they were doing it on purpose.Looking back now, anytime that table has been occupied it was by that particular crowd,
Well curse and Damnation on them and their kin! The grumpies are right or maybe I'm slowly becoming one. I got back home and was having a night cap with herself in front of the telly,which is her domain so there was a continuous flow of tripe to digest. I decided to hit the hay but she pleaded me to stay until she was ready with a curious look in her eye.Now before your minds go wandering as mine did, it wasn't that time of the year again, no it was the fact that she had put a hot water bottle in the bed and could not stand the thoughts of me getting to it before her. Now thats what I call cunning,the crafty #*!**##

On to the betting our last horse won bringing the fund up to 96euro so nearly 100% profit so far.Todays bet is 4euro on "for life" at lingfield 16.10 at nearly 7/1.