a day at the bookies

Iam still nursing a hangover..not of alcahol but of a more addictive substance which is gambling. Iam one of those people you will meet and state that they have never lost money at the casino, ladbrokes or any betting shop for that matter yet deep down our losses are like ulcers.
I was glad to see the world cup come to an end because i had lost a fortune with the predictions, infact i once had to cut my day just as it began since a trip at the bookies left me penniless after winning a small fortune i staked all of it but this doesnot compare as much as my friend dee...he is a compulsive gambler, you know the ones that dream at night about getting lucky the next day with 'shining moonlight', who by the way is not female but happens to be a well bred stallion owned by some duke of sorts. dee's gambling antics dont end here. When the football season ended, he resorted to betting on dogs and politics and he blames it on the stress of the england, whatever happened to checking in a rehab center and gettin straight but we seem to have learnt from it, once beaten twice shy, everytime we walk past the bookies, our eyes are lowered in shame mixed with anxiousness to forget the losses we incurred with our predictions.