Oh dear. I've discovered a new vice.

Horse racing.

I know, I know, slippery slope... end in tears... this way lies dragons, rocks, penuary, looming disaster... blah, blah, blah.

But I had a brill time this week during the Cheltenham racing days. I only had one win (and some seconds) but my fiver seemed to last all week due to some byzantine betting concoction called a lucky 15 (I think).

And I've discovered a racing chum at work and she knows lots, so once this dissertation is in (due date: April 23 - argh, that seems scarily soon now) I reckon it's time to start studying form.

See, I learned some of the lingo already... and she's off!