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From Darcy's first gallop, I was addicted to speed

It's ample compensation for the prospect of potential serious injury and imminent financial ruin

17 October 2015

8:00 AM

17 October 2015

8:00 AM

The young lad behind the counter of the betting shop looked at me askance. ‘This horse is 200–1.’

‘Yes. I know.’

He leaned over the counter and lowered his voice. ‘Have you had a tip?’

I looked around me to see why he was whispering. ‘No.’

He stared at the betting slip. ‘You’ve had a tip, haven’t you?’

‘No!’ I insisted.

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