Around 2004/5 I found myself in Rochdale with work, it was Cheltenham week and I wanted to get a bet on. So I was driving through the main road where all the flats are and I could see a bookies on some precinct. I got in about 10 mins before the first race and was writing my bet out, I heard someone whispering cccoooooool ccccaaaatttssss behind me, I knew there n then it was DD. So we had a quick chat etc and within 2 mins "You haven't got 2 quid(inflation) have you mate,really fancy this in the first" etc etc. I didn't have any change so I gave him a fiver and said we'll go halves if it wins. I'd already put my money on one that's still running. Anyway,his tip came somewhere like 5th(better than mine) So on leaving I said see ya at City Donald.."Before you go "I really fancy this in the next" I told him I'd done my money in and fucked off. Checked a bit later and that horse only fuckin won at something like16s. I only seen him a few times after that, usually outside the Etihad mooching. A proper character. Had he been ill does anybody know?