Alex69

[b]AS[/b] part of my military training many, many beards ago I was sent to a summer boot camp in the far reaches of Northumberland. This consisted largely of early doors reveille, plenty of porridge and lots of competitive sport (footy, podex and cross country running). We were also required to keep our bell tents spotlessly tidy. Anything less than perfection after the daily inspection and you were in trouble, with the punishment varying between being staked out in the middle of the night by rope and tent pegs or simply being lobbed naked into the nearby stream. It didn’t do me any harm, however, and I embraced the thing to such an extent that they asked me back to run the whole shebang in years to come. One could say the poacher had become gamekeeper. [b]I digress. [/b]I do...

[b]YOU’LL[/b] all be delighted to hear that I’m a superb tennis player. I’ve won several events, home and abroad, and have been asked to turn pro on several occasions. Obviously, being in the employ of Her Majesty’s Secret Service precludes any long-term commitment to the most noble racquet sport of them all. Besides, as I’m such a dab hand at darts and cue sports too I’d be loath to knock any of the aforementioned on the head in favour of one or the other. [b]I digress. [/b] With Wimbledon just around the corner I’ll be dusting down the DB9 and heading down to a lady friend’s gaff just off High Street Kensington in order to be near enough to pick up the tube, call in and check out some of the action. Despite being a superb player myself, I have to admit that not all...

[b]EVERYONE[/b] loves a diary. Let’s face it, we’ve all heard of Adrian Mole. People are intrinsically nosey and, like a legion of voyeurs, enjoy nothing more than to rubberneck at other folks’ lives. Imagine my surprise, then, when I came across one of my old diaries the other day. Now I’m not what you would call a show-off, nor am I prone to exaggeration, but I have to say that Samuel Pepys, Anne Frank and Bridget Jones have nothing on me, nor are they anywhere near as prolific. I might even share an extract with you all in despatches to come, but first let me tell you what I’ve been up to lately. Some of the local yokels have been on at me about sorting out a local gangster who has been peddling spice to paraffins, walking about like he’s number one and generally causing...

[b]SO[/b] the sands of time are slipping away like nobody’s business. Once again, it seems like forever ago that I last treated you to one of my blogs and a lot has happened in my life since then. Being the addictive personality I am, I’ve attracted a load of followers through the various social media channels over the last few months while becoming addicted to a number of things myself – booze, drugs, women and ‘the high life’ being the chief four. I don’t count gambling and spying as addictions – they’re simply a means to an end. How else am I supposed to keep three Astons on the road and pay the heating bills on two castles in Scotland? [b]I digress.[/b] With my aforementioned Scottish hideaways in mind, there’s a fixture tonight that is worth a look if you fancy...

[b]HELLO,[/b] good evening & welcome to my latest blog. Something very weird happened when I last threw a couple of tips out from the East Wing of my sprawling country manor house. They both lost. I'm rarely lost for words, but... ... ... ... ... ... ... I digress. I've been suffering some pretty tough times of late. I had to get shot of the vacuum cleaner (to be fair, it was only gathering dust), I had to play a game of snooker behind enemy lines (more about this later) and my football team of choice hasn't won a league match all season. So, about the snooker. I was recently invited by a dear relative of mine (yup, he cost the best part of a million to buy) for a few games of snooker at the local Conservative Club. Obvs, this went against all my extreme socialist principles...

[b]HELLO[/b], good afternoon and welcome to my latest blog post. I received some crushing news this morning. I subscribe to Wrecking Ball & Demolition Weekly and it arrived with a thud on my velvet doormat. I digress. As I’ve been particularly busy lately, sorting out minor criminals with the type of justice generally only meted out by superheroes in capes, I haven’t managed to help you all out with my words of wisdom as often as I’d like. What I have identified, however, are two tremendous tips for this weekend’s football and snooker. I know you hang onto my every word like a bat on a branch so I’ll keep it short and sweet today as kick-off time is rapidly approaching and while I have an ego the size of Stephen Fry’s brain I would never deprive you of pre-match drinking ...

[b]HELLO[/b], good evening and welcome to my latest blog. I’m feeling helpful tonight. One-oh-ones getting gubbed? Lurching wildly from multiple to multiple? Chasing your losses like a lunatic? Relax. Click out of the ‘deposit’ menu for a moment, take stock of your gambling habit and learn a few new tricks from me, Betfair’s top tipster. This evening’s enlightenment takes you through the letter ‘M’. Get involved, enjoy the read and start clawing back that money. Treat yourself, you deserve it. [b]M is for the Mind of the Better Punter[/b] A better punter has a better, more focused mind than a mug punter. Only by staying focussed and putting your mind to the task ahead, i.e. making lots more money than you earn at present by skilful, educated punting, will you...

[b]HELLO[/b], good morning and welcome to my blog. I hope it reaches you well. I’ve been banging on about paper trading a system over the last few weeks and the other night I disclosed that I’ll be sharing two systems with you very soon. Well, my loyal followers, here they are. One of which I’ve never seen before while the other is more of a bit of fun than anything else. What I can guarantee is that I’ll keep a live record of both for you all to enjoy. The first system is based on football – the overs/unders and correct score markets to be precise. As with every system, it isn’t failsafe nor is it applicable to every single game. First and foremost, the match has to have both an unders/overs market and a correct score market. My recommendation is that you pick a game ...

[b]HELLO[/b], good evening and welcome to the latest instalment of the cut-out-and-keep A-Z of Better Punting. I hope it reaches you well, I very much hope you heed some of the advice below and I sincerely hope your betting bank grows as a result. [b]I is for Income[/b] This blog is written on the presumption that any money you might lose, and you will lose at some stage (look at the number of successful high street bookies), you can afford to lose it. If you can’t afford to lose it, don’t have a bet. Maybe do a bit of overtime first. There isn’t a professional punter in the world that hasn’t lost a bit of cash from time to time, in the same way as Pele missed the odd goal scoring chance, Tiger Woods blew a few six foot putts and Red Rum didn’t win every single race he ever...