Gambling on a result.
I will then choose to work some more. Not because I want to, you understand, but because I know I should.
Then-instead of going to Smurf's bar and drinking rum like it's going out of fashion, like I really also want to do- I will go to the cinema with the paramour to watch There will be Blood. I did choose that film, but I confess the paramour chose the time. I hope I can cope with having that choice wrenched from me in such a way.
Now naturally those of you who have chosen to read this will probably be going, 'Right, what the is fuck eating her this morning, what's all this choosey bollocks?' And you'd be quite right to ask. Quite right indeed.
See chumlies, I believe in choice, I believe in personal responsibility, I believe that adults by and large make their own decisions in life. Sometimes we make good ones, some times silly ones, sometimes dangerous ones, and sometimes we decide to do the one thing we said we wouldn't do.
I call that one choosing to be a bloody idiot.
Take for example the flint that sparked my ire this morning. The flint's name is Graham Calvert. Now Graham is a greyhound trainer-quite a successful one it must be said. At one point Graham was making about 30,000 grand a month, STERLING!
He was married and happy as a calm. He also likes to gamble.
"The 28-year-old from Tyneside gambled more than £7.5 million on football, golf and horse racing in an 18-month spree beginning in August 2005.
He once lost £347,000 - at that time the biggest bet in golf history - after backing United States to win the 2006 Ryder Cup. On occasions he would drag bin bags stuffed with notes into the bookmakers.
Aware that his problem was spiralling out of control, and with his marriage on the rocks, Mr Calvert telephoned William Hill in June 2006 to ask them to close his account.
He claims they offered him what is known as "self-exclusion", under which the bookmaker agrees not to accept any bets from a customer for a set period - in his case six months.
But within two months Mr Calvert claims that he was able to set up a new account in his own name and start gambling again.Since then he has placed more than £3.5 million of bets, losing more than £2 million.
Mr Calvert is now attempting to make legal history by getting a judge to rule that William Hill was negligent in allowing him to continue betting.
"If I'd known I had the problem and didn't do anything about it, I would see myself as being 100 per cent responsible," Mr Calvert, who is now £1.5 million in debt, told the BBC.
"The fact is that I did try to go through the right procedures and I was let down."
Tiejha Smyth, Mr Calvert's solicitor, said: "He was allowed to continue gambling after Hill's agreed he should be self excluded. They should be held legally responsible."
William Hill contests the allegations, arguing that customers place bets of their own choice.
The case is due to begin at the High Court next week." (Telegraph)
Right. So here we have an adult who chose to gamble, chose to put gambling above his marriage, his career, his livelyhood. He gambled big and lost. Now he's looking to lay the blame elsewhere when the blame already has a perfectly good home.
'If i'd known I had the problem and didn't do anything about it I would see myself as being 100 percent responsible.'
What kind of claptrap is that? William Hills is not your mommie Mr Calvert, it's not going to take you by the hand and lead you home. Its a bookies. Their job is to provide a service to people who want to bet, people like you Mr Clavert.
Let me ask you this, if Graham Calvert had won in William Hills would we be reading about a 'duty of care'? Of course not.
If this man was sitting at home giggling over his wins we'd hear nowt about duties of care. But he lost, because unless you're very very very lucky indeed the house always wins. And like a true loser Graham Clavert is looking to point the finger anywhere but at himself.
Don't gamble huge sums of money unless you're prepared to lose it. Don't chose to be a wally and then cry about it.
Choosing things, I'll all for it. Bleating about it when you make the wrong one, I"m against that!
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