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The podcast widowing was on the other foot tonight as I headed off to York and my wife got a taste of her own medicine. How do you like it? What do you mean you’ve had to do it this way round way more times than I have?
I had planned to go and see York City today before the show, but as the game was being televised they had moved match time to after 5pm which meant it wasn’t going to be possible for me, and might also make it slightly tricky for any Jon Parkin fans to see both the game and the podcast (the ones I spoke to after just made it in time). But I could follow the match online and I decided to make things a bit more interesting by putting a tenner on York winning 2-0. I’d just out a last minute fiver on Spurs coming back from 1-0 down to win 2-1 (though they only managed to equalise) and I don’t think I’ve ever won any money betting on football (though have only done so about five times). So I was excited when York went one up and then amazed when they were 2-0 up after only 30 minutes. I now had the option to wait til the end of the game or cash in my bet. If I waited and the score remained unchanged I would win a tasty £119. If I cashed in now I would have £13 and some change. Not enough to cover my afternoon’s betting and surely the wimp’s choice.
But the game was full of chances and I felt certain that there would be another goal. How long dare I wait?
I felt pretty brave having got to half time, but the cash in was still only £20. So I walked from my hotel to the theatre and waited to see if I’d made the biggest mistake of my life. It was still 2-0. But Stockport were rattling in the chances and York had hit the bar. How long could I ride my luck? How greedy would I be? I was a winner at this point (and now the money was up to £30). Deal or No Deal?
I cashed out at £32.01, but although York would later find the net with a disallowed goal, the score stayed the same. I could have had another £87. What a chump. My night was ruined.
Betting is for idiots.
Good to see the Brexit Ditch did its job and then some. I only put in 10 stones, but the government was defeated by 16 votes, so that just shows how powerful the stones are. You’d be crazy if you denied the efficacy of the ditch at this point. It’s scientifically proven now. No need to thank me, but make some monetary offerings in the ditch.
And had a great night of RHLSTP in front of a good size Yorkshire crowd. David Reed was suffering as a result of food poisoning, but like a true Yorkshireman didn’t let a little thing like squirting at both ends stop him and we had a fun chat about the Twirlywoos and rescuing Jesus. And Jon Parkin was everything I hoped he’d be. Crude, charming, bluff, but with a soft underside and a terrifying potentially dangerous overside. He has a great comic timing. He told me backstage that he had wanted to do his audio book himself but hadn’t been allowed, and whilst the actor does a good job, it’s a shame to miss out on Jon’s delivery which elevates the stories of his shenanigans. I risked some cheekiness, but he gave as good as he got and we got on to some serious stuff. As well as covering shitting in baths and writing off golf buggies.
