I used to go down to my local every Saturday to bet on horses. It was a ritual. Buy my Best Bets 7am. Head off to pub at 11.30 and get the scratchings. Plate of chips for lunch. Tickets laid out in front of me, and a quick dash to the machine every 10 mins.
We had a guy (I reckon he's Turkish), a regular, who was approaching 50's, looked like a cab-driver frankly. We thought he was a sh*t gambler because he swore so much. Then we thought he just had a bad grasp of English.
One day : we arrived (2 of us) and he walk in seconds later, making just 3 in the TAB area. I'm scrawling down scatchings in my book, eating some potato chips, my mate is texting someone, when all of a sudden we hear this loud ... "Ahhhh, F*cking Bart Cummings !!!"
Now the dude was behind us, and my subconscious went "There wasn't a race on was there ?". I looked left out of the corner my eye to my mate, without turning my head to be noticed. He's smirking his face off and whispers "Is he alright?". Then I look up toward the big-screen TV to see John Tapp on it.
It occured to me then he had Tourette's !
AND ......... he'd figured out somewhere along the line he'd fit-in / disguise himself better at the pub in the TAB room, where plenty of people are swearing at the TV !
Smart dude !