Mugs Game: Up top for 'thinkin but down to the betting shop floor for my torn-up dockets

Awful day Tuesday, decent day Wednesday, good day Thursday, awful day Friday. Instead of an early start to the St Patrick’s Day celebrations it will be an early night. Unothewayimthinkin.

TOP OF THE WORLD: Inothewayurthinkin, with Mark Walsh up, pass the Grandstand on their way to winning the Boodles Cheltenham Gold Cup Steeple Chase on day four of the Cheltenham Racing Festival at Prestbury Park in Cheltenham, England. Pic: David Fitzgerald/Sportsfile

Day Four and there’s €75.20 to play with, a rather better state of affairs than might have been envisaged at teatime on Wednesday. After three days entombed at home it’s time to get out into the light and fresh air and to re-engage with humanity.

More importantly for the purposes of this column it’s time to visit a betting shop so as to be able to reference, for merely the zillionth time, the Pogues’ line about the torn-up ticket stubs of a hundred thousand mugs. What’s more, the day is clear and the sky is bright. Will I be able to find a nag who’ll come up on the left like a streak of light?