We all need a bit of luck.
If we can't feel the touch of the opulent four-leaf clover. Please, don't let us be struck down by adversity. Now, some gamblers scoff at those who say they got a raw deal. From a gambling perspective, horse racing can be one of those punts that sees your hair turn grey overnight, and then the next day you pull it out.
Because your horse traveled like a winner but got stuck behind a wall of horses. This wasn't any normal wall it was like Hadrian had built it just to piss you off. In fact, if it had been a steeplechase not only would the wall be wide it would be tall.
Touching the clouds so even Red Rum would have refused.
Anyway, at times, we all need a little bit of something. I would rather be lucky when I have a potential big win rather than a paltry sum.
At the casino, Lady Luck may appear as a man called John, who has a handlebar mustache, and looks like he's crawled out of a bush. He gave you a £5 chip because he thought your luck was even worse than his.
Sometimes you see a beautiful lady at the casino who, for all we know, could be Lady Luck.
I mean, I am convinced bearded wonder, John, was my Lady Luck, so a Bella Donna could well be the real deal.
My cousins love to play three-card poker at the Grosvenor Casino and one of the blokes next to him sees a gorgeous lady watching them play and looking for a little bit of Lady Luck asked her to touch his cards.
She did and the cards were turned over to reveal a run on the bounce.
I think it paid about 30/1 (not sure about the odds as I play the game so infrequently I can't remember and too lazy to look).
They were all smiles.
See, Lady Luck is living and breathing at Great Yarmouth.
As she walked away to make someone else's day my cousin said to the winner: ''I bet you wish she touched something else.''
I'm not sure if Dame Fortune goes quite that far on the first date.
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