It's easy to type on the bus and in this age of all things telephone or pocket computer, I can have a quick shifty at the racing.
I'm terrible when I study the form as I have a tendency to believe what I'm reading and trying to extrapolate from there. I know horses have slipped down the handicap but I don't know if I'm catching a falling knife or having a knowing eye for this nonsense. Usually the former. As for the track it's ground the draw, jockeys and trainers well it is a lottery isn't it.
However if you want to pass 40 minutes in a sudoku type challenge it's fun. When you watch the race unfold it's even funnier as the first one you discounted scoots up by 5 lengths.
My favourite experience therefore comes from the early market signals on aonday evening for some duff racing on a Tuesday. I just follow the money and ignore the noise. It can prove very lucrative but by that I mean I can still put a bet on a week later. Gambling is rarely that generous.
Take trump for example. He was guaranteed to win while Biden was running and then the democrats moved the goalposts and put up a candidate.
Trump was very briefly 18/1 or even 20/1 as Gamblers clearly expected the republican party to find a candidate who wasn't headed for jail but what the gamblers forgot or the gamblers failed to understand is how the justice system works in the USA, how the supreme court is structured and how much wealth is behind someone who wishes to give a green light to the new age of Carnegie. The astute gamblers who run the casino had already decided who they wanted for their one way gamble and by backing him in the market they filled their war chests for him early.
Before Biden stepped out of the race Trump was 2/5 and a sure thing. Even now he is 11/10 to Harris' even money. It is a right race and the only form I trust is the electoral college nonsense which means like the UK most people aren't really voting for anything.
In the USA some 10 states usually decide but as Hillary Clinton found out against Trump, tiny Wisconsin is no longer a sure thing. Like the huge electoral seated Ohio and smaller Michigan these rust belt states are in play for anyone who tells good lies, and Trump tells it as they hear it.
So that's a gamble I leave alone. I watch in horror at the thought that one candidate should trip at the last hurdle.
My gamble is a bit more one way. I get chemo I get a flush.
I get radiotherapy I get very flushed. It's only 3 days now and that burning is as described and getting hotter. I'm glad it's Scotland and the sun is low, if peering out at all. I've bought more factor 50 and will carry on wearing it along with the other creams. The water of Leith is a very shaded area and so merits my daily walks.
The chemo has cleared my eczema in 24 hours. It's a drastic way to lose the dermatology creams but it's a quick win. My sheets were being blasted by blood every night and so the bloodless laundry is much easier.
Unfortunately my skill with the laundry has clearly diminished. Today I thought I'd emptied my pockets only to find I'd washed a poly bag. It came up very well.
Today I got my selfie with the mask. It's going on the wall when I'm finished. I'm still working on the colours.
I'm a right skitter and I've got to remember to take my heating aids out my top off and empty my pockets. It's all very easy but when you forget to take your hat off you realise the world is not as simple as you thought. Luckily the people here are so professional and only laugh when they can't help themselves. No sir you can keep your trousers on springs to mind.
I say it every time. Calm down, there's no panic Pike. Don't give them your name. I'm starting to tell jokes like Neil Smith used to. Oh, I'm in a bad way. Doctor I've got a cricket ball stuck up my bum. How did that happen? Replies the doctor to laughter in the dungeon of the Avon Hotel circa 1981. Yes everyone knew the punchline except Neil but his punchlines were better, and we all knew.
I didn't expect taking selfies to conquer my vertigo claustrophobia and all other internal dialogue that I profess to exacerbate but it is true. We reinforce our fears at our leisure. I'm wanting to wander into a chat about Stockholm syndrome but to be honest we create our loves and fears.
This course of radiotherapy will be put to the test when I try to cross the bridge in Porto. If I manage that my trip to Ourense is next.
I'm so chuffed to be where I am today and it's all thanks to the three A's who were my radiotherapy guides today. The three of them danced and skipped around my wee shaky terrified self and I left the room with a smile and a confidence I could never have dreamed of a week ago. It's only day 3, it's 27 more steps and these are the baby ones but it's all good.
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