A story about the generosity of bookies: I went to Cheltenham races this year. Didn't take my cards with me to make sure I didn't go OTT betting. Made some bad bets and blew all my cash so I had to walk home. It started raining and to make it worse the sole started to come away from my shoe. So there I am, walking along in the p!$$ing rain, sole flip flopping about when a Rolls-Royce pulled up alongside me. The window slid down and there was a bookie in it. He asked me if I was OK. I told him I'd blown all my cash at the races, didn't even have enough for the bus fare home and to top it off my shoe was falling apart. Well, he opened his briefcase, pulled out a thick wad of £50 notes, removed the elastic band, then handed it to me and told me to put it round my shoe and drove away.