It’s been a very good week for the bottom line, as Edwards Tips picked a 129/1 winner of the DPWT Tour event and Sys Analyst demonstrates exactly why I was so excited to introduce it to the roster of tipsters I’m following with four consecutive nicely profitable days.
More on that on Wednesday though, when I bring the figures up to speed.
In the meantime, I can say that for a one week period, I “employed” my first bookie ‘Runner’. For the uninitiated, this means trusting someone with your cash to go and put the bets on for you, something that if managed efficiently can contribute significantly to the number of bets you’re getting down, the amount of cash you can stake, and therefore profit you can make.
The good news is that it all worked pretty smoothly. The bad news is that the runner is my son, who is now back home from Uni, and can no longer – for now anyway – make full use of the two BetFreds and a Paddy Power office that he could practically roll out of bed (at whatever ridiculous time students fall out of bed at!) into. Still, the groundwork had been laid, he’s learnt the ropes, and his mission for the summer hols is to pass his driving test so he can do the same for me when he’s at home.
You’ve no idea the difficulties we’ve had getting this far. Back in my day, banks would fall over themselves trying to get students to sign up and open accounts with them. Not any longer, it would appear. It has literally taken weeks for my lad to be able to open a second bank account. He lives in student accommodation – privately-owned but associated to the Uni for student lets only (and it’s really nice, not like the infested, damp squalor I spent my student years living in!). But of course he has no utility bill in his name, or whatever other document the banks insisted on seeing before opening a second, very, very basic current account. Seems daft to me not to accept a tenancy agreement – I mean, what are they thinking? That he’s paying all that rent money to someone who owns property he doesn’t live at!?!
Anyway, got there eventually, and we’re up and running. Mind you, I wish he hadn’t. Let’s just say the Lucky 15s I instructed him to get down last week were spectacularly unsuccessful. I need someone to blame, and it’s him. Useless tax-dodging git!
