Called in at Martin Q's this afternoon, he had the racing on as it's Aintree weekend.
I sat down, and he drew my attention to the telly, the last race, a horse called Zeus (something?)...
"Remember my old Zeus dog Pabs. Big dog. Had him up at the farm?
"Yeah Mart, loved 'ol Zeus"
And with that, he picks up the phone and immediately puts a decent bet on the Zeus horse.
"Watch this", he says, nodding at the telly...
Then looks me in the eyes and says, "Remember that day when you came to the farm, and you said there's a hare in the front field, Pabs. And I slipped Z