gone to the dogs

On Saturday evening I accompanied a bunch of reprobates from the Crown to Monmore Green to watch the greyhounds race, consume bad beer & eat dodgy burgers. And, of course, invest in the outcome of this noble sport. No, its not gambling, it’s a test of skill, judgement and knowledge. Suffice to say I bet on the dogs with the best comedy names and, remarkably, ended the night about 20p in credit.
Now, just before we left the pub we were provided with a ‘hot tip’. Knowing that this was probably just an attempt to adjust the odds I sensibly backed a different dog. Of course, all the other fools backed the tip. Which came in at 4-1. Damn. Its not losing that I object to, but the others winning