The aggressors come out smelling of roses

Agreed, noxy had a right pop at me last nite and what have they done about it?

I aint been able to sleep at all, Marty.

btw, what's the current ground temperature on your square foot of earth?

Mart, I wouldn't make too much noise about the mods getting rid of anyone, you shouldn't even be allowed on here as you have been banned numerous times under different aliases.

There isn’t another poster on this forum who seeks an audience like you do.

Then you spoil it with lies and edited bets to big yourself up and bleat when you are rumbled, as you are bleating now.

I hope you had a nice break and have come back refreshed.

The good old 6am rant pre work....

No personal attacks if you disagree with posters


Yet anyone who disagrees with a single thing you say get attacked and called numerous names (and then get mentioned all over the forum), and at times threatened. Is it ok to wish death upon someone due to a few words said on here then iyo?


Maybe the people who are so called "bullied" (term being used very loosely here) should have a good look at themselves and ask why exactly they are being "bullied". Most will find the same answer if they want to find it, and the general answer is they are all bullsh1tters after an audience, and causing arguments for the sake of it - a troll as some would put it...

As I've said before MD, Everything he accuses others of he is really just describing himself..

"No personal attacks if you disagree with posters"


According to you I am a £2 punter/minimum wage tea-boy who cannot afford holidays. You are the worst offender by a country mile.

Pre race  -£22,550
After-timed +£138,000

It's like Oliver Reed posting to complain about alcoholics!

Oh well you've always got the puntersmate

Forum, ... Oops I forgot you got Banned.!

Didn't you start a thread last week solely to attack me & hopefully get others to join you because you misread what I typed and abused me with virtually every post ?

Talk about pot & kettles.

But other than that.....

Indeed

   I personally have no time for them
Looking fir an audience bigging themselfs up
Bring zero positivity ...


       anyone you know . ???

Got to be the most ironic post ever, tall about not recognising the concept of one's self!

I'm having a poor year apparently and I also learned on here from the OP that I pay for tips, it's good to know that these things I were unaware of are being relayed to me by someone with all the facts.

A properly moderated forum would have removed a good 75% of mart's posts.

bigmart    04 Sep 10 21:07 
not the met gealogical survey in edinburgh who have the best equepment in the world they know the tempeture off every foot off earth on the planet , i dont bull i only give facts ,its my bussiness to know the weather but alough i was warned i had to go to work so i made a choice ,and he does not work weekends befor you ask un less he's in cammbodia or some other field trip , the computer in question cost around £50 grand and it can download a film in 7 seconds thats seriously fast , nice to have one for bet fair , i wish "

brilliant

Striding I wouldn't worry as I think I am in a worse position than you as I'm a loser, skint, in the middle of a failed business venture and all my savings are being done right in... I have been told this by the OP!! All fact obviously as he has said so

Most of us are living in La-La Land. Burkey points this out and I think we should all thank him.

3 days holiday in turkey in a cheap hotel.
Lavish mart life lol

Burkey1885    05 Sep 18 06:20 
How many times do the mods turn a blind eye , to clear intimidating baiting , antagonistic , stalking ,
While , these key board bullies go in-punished , the persicuteed posters who are driven to react ,
Are banned ! The mods need to start looking at the reasons why these posters have reacted
In that way , it’s a bit like a kid at school been goaded and pushed around by bullies ,
Eventually they crack and hit back , The bully's pride may have been hurt but while the child
Is suspended for lashing out , tbe bully is left free to victimise said next victims
It’s been happening on here fir years , and ruins the forum ,
Because a lot of descent posters reframe from posting ,
For fear of these cyber bullies ,
I personally have no time for them
Looking fir an audience bigging themselfs up
Bring zero positivity , in a place we’re posters should
Feel free to post up with out fear of these neds
The mods know who they are so does everyposter
How many more banned before something is done !
No other forum wd put uo with it !
No personal attacks if you disagree with posters
Weight of srguement is exeptable but deliberate thread spoiling
With result in posters been removed ! Tbat is a typical
Forum rule , freedom of speech encourages proper racing comments
Not the gutter trash , that run like rats in sewers spreading poison
Time to call in pest control it seams ! Sad



The irony of your post is incredible !

You are the biggest perpetrator of :-

* How many times do the mods turn a blind eye , to clear intimidating baiting

* personal attacks

*Looking fir an audience bigging themselfs up.

* It’s been happening on here fir years , and ruins the forum


You, Burk have ruined this Forum for years with your continuous innumerable lying and attention seeking threads/posts.
And under your numerous ' names ' have been the most banned person on this Forum.

Does anyone take this forum seriously I just thought it was for a laugh between racing or while having a break from studying. Some of the stuff has made me pi$$ of the years- the bungee jump and landing on a tanker still makes me pi$$ to this day- absolute comic genius

Agree mwtt, only usurped by the story of
The purchase of a mini cooper with
Headlights that can see around corners.
Imo of course.

Move

I think the tanker story was made up

But the rest are all true

I think Willie holds the tanker story copyright, comedy gold non the less.

The Day in the life of a pro punter thread was without doubt the funniest thing I ever read on here. Think it was by zsa zsa or lady carla, doesnt seem to be there anymore. But was really funny. when I read it I had never heard of mart, and although it didnt mention him by name, by reading more threads I soon found out to whom it referred.

elise

ah yes thanks striding

dont think this thread has gone as the OP would have wanted

Didn't Frasier do that?

Dont worry, Greg will be along with a few aftertimes to salvage the situation.

I agree with STATS. Sure it was Frasier.

What was frasier?

It was an excellent read. An all time BF comedy classic.

I'll go in search

4 threads down

I ttt'd it this afternoon it was elise

Life of a Betfair punter, or something similar

STATS you are worse than chavvers

Oh right, sorry striding.

May have been another 1 I was thinking abouut

Definitely was Frasier who composed that piece.

STOP POSTING whilst I'm TYPING!!

Frasier did something similar on chit chat years ago.

Got a copied version of Frasiers. Courtesy of Delz.

The original appears to have been lost in the BF archive:

frasier 23 Dec 20:30


The first time I logged onto the Betfair forum was just over three years ago. At the time it seemed like a perfectly innocent thing to do, after all, what possible harm could come from exchanging a few pleasantries with my fellow horse racing enthusiasts? Or opening up a thread and being able to discover in an instant what everybody?s top 10 favourite breakfast cereals were? No harm whatsoever as far as I could see. Yet here I am today sitting naked at my computer. Bald and 76lbs overweight. Anti-depressants in one hand, mouse in the other, Frantically clicking the refresh button to see if anyone has replied to this thread. My children are threatening to report me to Childline, after they discovered that due to my ever-increasing gambling debts, they would once again be enjoying a make believe Christmas this year. My wife has just walked out on me after forcing me to choose between her and the forum, and I have to ask myself, maybe it wasn?t so harmless after all?

It was only two days after joining Betfair that I first clicked on the link. I remember it was a Saturday afternoon. I had just watched the first 6 races of the day and there was a 45-minute gap until the next start. So with nothing else better to do, apart from listen to the inane, squeaky voiced ramblings of Willie Carson as he walked up and down the course with his big pointy stick. I thought to my self, why not?

As far as I could tell, by simply entering the forum, I had accidentally stumbled upon the secret meeting place of the most knowledgeable horse racing experts in Britain. A place where professional gamblers, tipsters and blacksmiths, would gather together to exchange genuine insider information, and threaten to beat each other up. Every other thread appeared to be a gateway to riches. With confident declarations of ?WHEELBARROW JOB? and ?LUMP ON THIS?, I knew I had made the discovery of a lifetime. No more would I spend my days trying to decipher a formbook that may as well have been written in Braille, no more would I spend my days lost in the gambling wilderness. The Betfair forum had become my Tom Tom. At last, I was finally on the road to success.

The very first thread I read that afternoon was entitled ?MAXIMUM 5 STAR BET OF THE DAY?. Apparently, according to the writers? information. The horse had been burning up the gallops at home, and even though it was badly handicapped, the jockey was a woman! The poster was still absolutely convinced the horse would walk it. The poster was right. As soon as the stalls opened, the rest of the field sprinted down the straight as though being pursued by a polish butcher with a meat cleaver. While the horse I had backed, popped on his sunglasses, tilted his headgear to a racy angle, and proceeded to stroll casually for home without a care in the world. Even stopping occasionally to neigh at the crowd, before eventually trailing in a well beaten last.

It was at this point, as I wiped away the remains of the half eaten pot noodle I had just hurled at my laptop, that I made my second discovery of the afternoon. In the time it had taken the losing owner and trainer to go and collect their winnings, a total of 14 threads had suddenly appeared on the forum, declaring the startling news that ITS ALL**!!!? Now while I had always suspected that the sport of kings wasn?t entirely honest. To suddenly discover it was less straight than George Michael, taking a midnight stroll on the common, came as something of a shock.
However it was already too late. The next race was about to begin and a further 8 separate tips had already been posted. A quick look at Tim UK`s how much have you won, thread. Confirmed my belief that the pockets of every other forumite were literally bursting at the seams. Therefore I knew, that the only way to recover my losses was to deposit more funds and let the chase begin.

I was wrong! By the end of the day I had backed and layed a total of 98 horses and completely done my knackers!
I will never forget the feeling of staring breathlessly into space; body bathed in sweat, overwhelmed with a sense of guilt, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it pulsing in my ears. It was a feeling I had experienced many times before. Only this time, it wasn?t because I had just spent the afternoon downloading midget porn.

So the journey had begun. Day after day, week after week. The unbelievable highs as those elusive winners powered their way to victory. The despairing lows, as the forum continued to crash after yet another upgrade.
However it wasn?t just the inept standard of tipstering I had become addicted to. It was the Betfair community itself. Suddenly I would find myself logging on first thing in the morning, simply to discover whether Infomaniac had been for a dump yet! Or last thing at night, just to reassure myself that Limerick Mick and his horse, had arrived home safely from yet another days globetrotting.

Gradually, over the months that followed, and as my funds continued to dwindle, I slowly began to change. At first it was barely noticeable. For instance, instead of saying hello as I met up with friends and relations, I would find myself making a huge smiley face to indicate I was pleased to see them. Or upon hearing an amusing anecdote I would no longer laugh, I would simply utter the word LOL. Or if it were particularly amusing, I would tell them it was so funny my arse had fallen off. Also, as the forum insecurities began to take hold, my online paranoia began to manifest itself into my home life. Such as the times my parents came to visit and began boasting about how successful my brothers had become, Instead of just shrugging my shoulders, I would immediately accuse them of ramping their selections, brandish the yellow card and ban them from the house for a month.
Or the day I had a minor disagreement with my neighbour. After he discovered I was responsible for spreading the rumours, that his nubile teenage daughter was actually a middle-aged truck driver called Bob. Who was merely pretending to be a girl, so desperate men like myself would lavish him with attention, and sign up to his website! Whereas previously I would have entered into a calm and rational debate with the man, whilst hoping to persuade him that my point of view was the correct one, and to kindly release his grip on my testicles. Instead i began shouting that he was a MUG and a MUPPIT, before arranging to meet him in a nearby pub car park, where I intended to beat him to within an inch of his worthless life.
Once out of hospital, and as my debts, and online habit continued to grow. So did the concerns of my family. Who despite my insistence there was nothing to worry about. Often went to unbelievable lengths to tempt me away from the forum. The first such occurrence was during the late summer. I remember the speakers had broken down on my computer, and as my radio was in the next room, I had spent most of the day tapping my feet, while reading a selection of lyrics that had been posted on chitchat. I had just begun to read the second verse of ?I?m too sexy? by ?Right Said Fred? when there came a timid knock at the door. Even as I write this, I can still picture the tear stained faces of my wife and children, as they gently took my hands, and told me our beloved cat had died. However later that night, as I tapped away at my keyboard, while listening to the sounds of my 5 year old son digging a ?Tiddles? shaped grave in the garden. I couldn?t help thinking how suspicious it was. That a cat that had been in excellent health for over 21 years, would suddenly pass away as the Big Brother final was about to begin. I tried to reassure them that if Nikki were to win I would buy them an even better cat, but they wouldn?t listen.
Or the time during early December, when my young son and daughter ran excitedly into my study, and asked if I would take them into town to see Santa Claus. Once again I suspected it was a ruse. After all, what self-respecting person still believes in a flamboyant, rosy-cheeked, fat faced old man? Who does very little, apart from cost people money, sit on his backside, and eat copious amounts of pies for most of the year? Nobody apart from channel 4 and Mrs McCririck! I tried to explain to them that daddy was busy, and that unless my purple loan was approved, or Paul Eddery, managed to ride the winner in the first race at Wolverhampton, then there wouldn?t be any presents! And the only people who would be visiting our house on Christmas Eve were the bailiffs! But again they refused to understand. Deciding instead to burst into tears, before running away shouting ?MUMMY?.

Things finally came to a head just a few days ago, on the evening of my wifes birthday. As I had been fairly busy on the forum that night, monitoring a pair of particularly interesting threads entitled, ?who is your favourite Cheeky Girl?? and ?which hand do you use to wipe your ar$e with?? I decided to send a text to my wife asking her if she would care to come upstairs and take a look at the e card I had just mailed her. I was just about to press send, when there she was, naked and smiling at me from the hallway.
In many ways my wife is a wonderful woman. A 31-year-old, former Filipino bargirl who travelled to England just over 10 years ago, with dreams of becoming a waitress. The first time we met was during a friend?s stag party. As soon as I saw her walk onto the stage, carrying a bottle of lubricant, and begin firing a succession of ping-pong balls haphazardly across the room, I knew she was the girl for me. Two months later we were married, and now here she was, naked, carrying a racket, and begging me to take her to bed. It was only 3am, but as it was her birthday I felt I really couldn?t refuse.

5 minutes later as I lay breathless, and my wifes rabbit continued the job I had begun, all I could think about was the forum. And how many posts I had missed in the time I was away. I told my wife I was going to get a drink of water, but even as I grabbed my laptop and crept ashamedly down the stairs and through the back door, I was certain she suspected the truth.
That?s when it happened. I had just finished typing that my chosen method was to stand up, lean completely forward, and use a reverse, double-handed sweeping technique, when suddenly the light was turned on and my wife started to scream.
I can only imagine how it must have looked, to open the shed door in the middle of the night, and discover your husband sitting precariously on the edge of the lawnmower in his undercrackers, explaining to a group of strangers how he prefers to wipe his ar$e.
I tried to tell her that it wasn?t how it seemed, and that rather than being on the forum, I was simply ordering a turkey from tesco`s and looking at some porn, but the damage had already been done, and despite my protestations and pleas for forgiveness, the very next morning she had packed my belongings and was gone, taking the children and the new cat with her.

It is for this reason that I have decided to cancel my Internet connection and leave the forum forever. You may think this a touch extreme, but I urge you to heed this warning. As you sit down with your families this Christmas, and suddenly feel the urge to log onto Betfair, just to see who?s online, or what everyone has just had for dinner! Please. I beg you not to, it just isn?t worth it.

Although on second thoughts, who the hell am I kidding? See you all tomorrow.

mart manages to type the most literate posting ive seen from him. Then gets banned not long after,all very strange.

How many times do the mods turn a blind eye , to clear intimidating baiting , antagonistic , stalking ,
While , these key board bullies go in-punished , the persicuteed posters who are driven to react ,
Are banned ! The mods need to start looking at the reasons why these posters have reacted
In that way , it’s a bit like a kid at school been goaded and pushed around by bullies ,
Eventually they crack and hit back , The bully's pride may have been hurt but while the child
Is suspended for lashing out , tbe bully is left free to victimise said next victims
It’s been happening on here fir years , and ruins the forum ,
Because a lot of descent posters reframe from posting ,
For fear of these cyber bullies ,
I personally have no time for them
Looking fir an audience bigging themselfs up
Bring zero positivity , in a place we’re posters should
Feel free to post up with out fear of these neds
The mods know who they are so does everyposter
How many more banned before something is done !
No other forum wd put uo with it !
No personal attacks if you disagree with posters
Weight of srguement is exeptable but deliberate thread spoiling
With result in posters been removed ! Tbat is a typical
Forum rule , freedom of speech encourages proper racing comments
Not the gutter trash , that run like rats in sewers spreading poison
Time to call in pest control it seams ! Sad

Time to call in spellcheck i'd say!