Dream about BTP!

[Sheerluck Holmes]

Ok, I know I face ridicule but I think it's quite funny! Last night I had a dream about Billy The Punter!!! We've never met and I have no idea what you look like mate (so apologies!) but my dream had you down as tall, slim fellow, with a big grey Poirot moustache, a large waterproof mac on and grey swept back hair - a bit like a modern Sherlock Holmes is the nearest I can get! Anyway, we bumped into each other at Hexham races of all places, introduced, had a drink, discussed the racing and then you said somethign along the lines of; "right, here's a little secret" you took me over to the stablign enclosure (which is just a big wooden shed at Hexham), found a good spot in the centre of the place and then started trying to find something in your pocket ... You eventually got out a big pile of 'dog shit' and tore a bit off, you then threw it in the middle of the stable and said whichever horse sniffed and licked the shit, would win. ....... We waited and eventually number 4 (the name escapes me!) sure enough licked and sniffed at the piece of dog shit you'd thrown in! I ran to the bookies put on my spends for the day on #4, and lo and behold it won! We did this for everyrace and won every race!!! ..... My dream ended just as I was about to go to Barclays and bank the effing money (which was £thousands and £thousands!) So, is there any truth that this is your method, Bill?! :lol Sorry, I have no idea where the fcuk that dream came form, I did have some yesterdays, and a kebab on the way home and racing did crop up briefly but as for the shit in the pocket?! Fcuk knows! Anyone else had any weird dreams about this place?!?!?! :lol

[fintron]

Re: Dream about BTP!

Ok, I know I face ridicule but I think it's quite funny! Last night I had a dream about Billy The Punter!!! We've never met and I have no idea what you look like mate (so apologies!) but my dream had you down as tall, slim fellow, with a big grey Poirot moustache, a large waterproof mac on and grey swept back hair - a bit like a modern Sherlock Holmes is the nearest I can get! Anyway, we bumped into each other at Hexham races of all places, introduced, had a drink, discussed the racing and then you said somethign along the lines of; "right, here's a little secret" you took me over to the stablign enclosure (which is just a big wooden shed at Hexham), found a good spot in the centre of the place and then started trying to find something in your pocket ... You eventually got out a big pile of 'dog shit' and tore a bit off, you then threw it in the middle of the stable and said whichever horse sniffed and licked the shit, would win. ....... We waited and eventually number 4 (the name escapes me!) sure enough licked and sniffed at the piece of dog shit you'd thrown in! I ran to the bookies put on my spends for the day on #4, and lo and behold it won! We did this for everyrace and won every race!!! ..... My dream ended just as I was about to go to Barclays and bank the effing money (which was £thousands and £thousands!) So, is there any truth that this is your method, Bill?! :lol Sorry, I have no idea where the fcuk that dream came form, I did have some yesterdays, and a kebab on the way home and racing did crop up briefly but as for the shit in the pocket?! Fcuk knows! Anyone else had any weird dreams about this place?!?!?! :lol

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