I also gambled mid-week on buying some trousers on-line - 2 pairs for £20 - elasticated waist, fleece-lined, plainly designed for the discerning hipsters of Hoxton. But I had to take a bet on the waist-size - which rarely matches the one I actually own. They arrived this morning, all warm and snuggly, and with room for a discreet catheter when the time comes. I'm off to Shrewsbury to model my wares, though Anne says not with her, I'm not.
So, already feeling like a winner, I won't bother you with Virak or Otagao Trail or Ballagh, who all satisfy my requirements for a mid-week bet - (I'm not sure it works in these better races). Nor will I suggest you spread some love on dutching Broadway Buffalo, Lie Forrit and Gas-Line Boy, though I have.
Instead I suggest you get over to Clifford James and get yourself some fleece-lined trews. It's the future...