A couple of years ago I had the job, at a point to point, to try to sell raffle tickets for a well Charity amongst the race goers. Most of those I asked were/appeared to be upper class ***** and the only answer I got was 'I'm good'. I felt like saying 'No you're not, you ****!'. I soon gave up.




I couldn't bring myself to ever admit that I am good, that's like saying I am a saint