Big pressure ball, setting up the NSC Grand National sweepstake.
I'm still mentally scarred from running the sweep on here two years ago. Cut up all the runners out the Mirror, placed them carefully in the muslin bag, dutifully allocated horses on a first-come-first-served basis. But had tragically failed to notice that one - and only one - of the hosses had somehow slipped down the side of me couch before I'd even had a chance to place it in the muslin bag. Might even have got away it if the bastard thing didn't go on and WIN the damn race