white diamond,burnt fingers,and hoping my lotto tickets a loser.my fuckin life.

feel like venting here.
ARGH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

okay,
last night,
i managed to negotiate a win/win situation with an inplay mkt before i went work.
was feeling pretty smug.
so,
i get home this morning,check my bf balance,nothing.
what?
checked my a/c statement,nothing.
WHAT?
phone bf earlier,
"ah yes the st.pauli game",
"yes,yes..and?"
"abandoned mate,crowd trouble."
said something about the 3 day rule.
the bottom line is that the worst that can happen bets voided.
okay.
i said.
such is life.
thanked him,
and hung up.


okay,
time to get my grub cooking.
i've got this routine where i fry a pan of onions,
i mean REALLY fry them,caramelise them.
then,i bung in 4/5 tins of assorted veg,
a bit of mince,
put lid on the pan,
and leave it in a heated oven on mark 6 for an hour.
along with jacket-spuds.
that keeps me going into sunday.

so all is going nicely,
spuds done.
and you won't believe what i did next.

got frying pan out of the oven,
red hot,
and put it on one of the gas rings on top.
took off the oven-gloves,
i said,
"TOOK.

OFF.

the fuckin

OVEN-

GLOVES.
grabbed the frying pan handle,
and gave the contents a shake,
as you do.

jesus fuckin christ,
my hand.

(i'm able to laugh now )

ARGH !!!!!!!!!!!!!

RED.

FUCKIN.

HOT.

ding'ding'ding.
hot'hot'hot.
shit'shit'shit.
AH'owwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

"okay, don't panic".
i tell myself.
straight into the fridge,
handful of butter,
just like gran used to tell you.
man was i a happy bunny at that point in time.

so anyway,
i come up here,
tail between my legs and log-in.
see the good news from betfair.
deal with that.
and have a play,
made a couple of quid,
and suddenly think,
"my lotto ticket,better put that safe".
well,
who knows?
right?
lotto-ticket.
mmmmmmmm,
okay,
it's cool,
relax,
just think back,
you bought it this morning,
on the way home,
so where the hell did you put it?

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1



IT IS NOT HERE,
I DO NOT HAVE THAT LOTTO TICKET.

my 14,000,000/1 shot at having a life,
gone.

what if?
i'm thinking,
what fuckin if?

do you believe that saying about bad luck happening in threes?

bf,mmm,well,that wasn't REALLY bad,
i mean,
i haven't lost have i?

my hand,
now that definitely counts as numero uno,duet,and god dammed treao.
man that was a honey.

only one thing for it.
i trekked up to my local tesco-express,
bought a ticket with those same numbers,
cos they're my mobile phone number,
hoping to god that they won't win,
but what if?
i got a lucky dip,
and 2ltrs of white diamond,
and now i'm home.

my hand actually feels okay,
can't feel a thing,
gran,
god bless her,
i owe you one.


and now,
vent well and truely over,
feeling so much better for it,
i'm off to check out the inplay markets.

whether or not i dare to get involved is another matter.

getting one's fingers burned once in one day, is plenty i reckon.

have a great day.
and if you're cooking,
think ffs

be happy,
be lucky,
an you take care of those little pinkies.

erix.

Great post eric!

Not the content, but you reminded me to do my lucky dip cheers

I've actually done my 3 times yearly lucky dip.if i win millions the drinks are on me.

good luck mg.

morning_glory wrote:I've actually done my 3 times yearly lucky dip.if i win millions the drinks are on me.

same here MG , had £3 left in account from a euro roll over last year, numb nutz post reminded me