13 years

27th July 2006, exactly 12 months to the day after my Dad passed away was the day that changed everything.
After the best part of 20 years in a factory, I drove out of the gates for the last time. An emotional day, a day full of trepidation but also hope and excitement. I was free at last. Free from the “chains” of a production line, free from an alarm clock. My destiny in my own hands. No boss, No timetable and no limits to what I could do.

Being forced out by redundancy was the best way it could have happened. When you are driving to work, knowing that the amount of money you will earn will almost certainly be less than what trading would make is hard to do. It’s the very best barometer to knowing when it’s time to quit your job.

My plan was to give it 6 months and see where I was. If things started looking iffy, I could get a job. after just 2 weeks it was clear that wasn’t going to be an option. Free to trade every afternoon (and evening) my restraints were lifted and I threw myself into making as much as I could. Just in case.

So July 27th is a bittersweet day. Significant as it “freed” me. But sad as I remember my Dad. One of the last things I remember him saying to me was his advice about my blossoming betting career.
“You wanna pack that betting malarky in Son, it’s a bloody mugsgame

Wish he could see me now.

3 thoughts on “13 years

  1. Nice story, I think back to my dad (died 2001) and him writing bets out in the bookies, or filling in the long paper football coupon. He never saw cash out, or trading Betfair or the multitude of markets going on. I myself wonder what he would think of it all nowadays. There’s only one winner, the bookies he would say, but he still went every day. You’ve shown there doesn’t have to be one winner. Good luck in the future.

    • Thanks for taking the time to comment Nigel. I think guys (and gals) of a certain age remember Dad’s and Grandad’s weekly ritual to the bookies.
      Remembering this and how the betting shop works has more influence on the exchange markets than you may think. There are modern-day equivalents that shape the markets, but the phycology is the same/
      Cheers
      Steve

  2. My dad was the same. As you know he recently passed away. He used to say to me you can’t beat the bookie but still everyday he would go and have his Lucky 15 bet. He would say to his other half it’s only 20p 🙂 In fact she said dad spent so much time at the bookies he wore a path out from his house to the betting shop haha. He never understood trading. Old school. When I explained you could back horses to lose he said he would be brilliant at that. Great post Steve and I’m so thankful that I discovered It’s a mugs game!

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