The depression of the short distance gambler

I am in the bookies awaiting provider of illict subastances. He arrives looking glum. "I put a monkey on the 2.30 and it came in at five to one', he tells me. Lucky you, I say, what's the problem? Two hundred and fifty quid! "Yeh but I nearly put two hundred on it. A grand would have sorted things out back home. Shit."

Gambling is a form of losing - if you lose you regret the lost money if you win you regret not putting all of it on.

I put fifty pence on the 3.10 because I like the name, 'Found at last'. It is an honest looking horse and does, indeed, come in behind all the others.