Guido collected from Wat Tyler on his wager that Basher Davis would lose. Wat turns out to be a trencherman and held his own even as we reached the second bottle of port, which followed err, well, I can’t remember. Wat paid up, and that is more than can be said for the antipodean money brokers who were drinking with us. A bet was made, stakes were pledged, Guido was looking at a grand profit – then they welshed. Proof that the genetic stock of Aussies remains criminal.