This may or may not be related to the spectacularly unsuccessful evening I had at Uttoxeter races yesterday...
A string of numbers;
Mine? And the thousands like me…
Imagine if we, not unlike these equine profits
- sorry, prophets - of fortune and hope,
had our daily office zoetrope boiled down
to a parade of innocuous integers,
tailor made so we might shoulder piles of cash,
bags of loot - and all those dreams! -
on our open book.