I was the horse racing tipster for a local newspaper back in the day. It wasn't my fulltime job and I sort of fell into it, probably because no-one else in the office could be arsed. My 'tips' appeared in the daily paper and some people even followed them. I had a bit of success, one or two doubles came up trumps so, obviously, i thought I was invincible. We got paid on a Thursday lunchtime, cash in a pay packet and mine amounted to just over £6, that's how long ago it was. So feeling as though I had the midas touch I backed the double I had tipped in the paper with all my wages. Of course both horses lost. I couldn't believe it. It meant I had no money for the rest of the week and I had to walk too and from work until the next pay day. But it cured me. I knew a local fella who bet £20k on a massive odds on favourite in a two horse race over hurdles, and it fell and broke it's leg and I'm talking thirty odd years ago. Mugs game.