Secret gambler: ‘I hit 76 different accounts and, in one account alone, placed 27,988 bets’

Secret gambler: ‘I hit 76 different accounts and, in one account alone, placed 27,988 bets’

I hit a new low in September 2017 when, after being bombarded with online adverts, I became aware of a company called Amigo Loans. I’d exhausted most of my payday loan options some years earlier, and had been juggling the repayments ever since. Amigo (what an ironic name that is) had very high interest rates, and required a guarantor, who had to be a homeowner, to secure a loan.

I decided that I needed a loan, for £10,000, but given that my parents had no idea of my situation, there was no way I could ask them to guarantee it, and my partner, Charlotte, wasn’t a homeowner (not that I could have realistically asked her anyway). Nor were many of my close mates and, anyway, I knew asking them would cause alarm.

Patrick Foster on the cricket field.

I turned to a colleague in the private school where I taught, who I got on very well with. A close friend, but not someone I had gambled with before. He was big-hearted, the sort who wanted to help. I assured him that £300 repayments each month were manageable and, with a warning of how serious all this was and the consequences it would have if it went sour, he agreed.

I sent him the online paperwork, which he filled out. By the end of the day, I had £10,000 in my account. The fact that I was due to pay back £20,000 seemed irrelevant: I had funds. I gambled the entire loan in the space of a week.

In one fell swoop, I’d deepened my troubles massively. This took my debt past £125,000.

The start of each month was doubly uncomfortable, because the individuals I owed – including colleagues and parents – knew that I’d been paid and should, therefore, be in a position to reimburse them. But I was nowhere near that.


I love Christmas, but that year, 2017, it was miserable. I was so pent-up, unable to open up on anything as I felt I’d so much to lose. My parents had some idea of my problems and were desperate to help, but I felt that knowing the full extent would break them.

Over the holiday I went to London to meet some friends at Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park. I woke up with no memory of the night whatsoever, but a mate told me that we had had all been enjoying ourselves and catching up over a couple of beers, when I just disappeared – for hours.

As can happen at a bar, I ran into another mate and drank aggressively with him before going Awol. I finally re-emerged and was, in his words, “the drunkest man alive”. I was unable to communicate with everyone else. They were getting festively merry but little more. Unsurprisingly, mates were exchanging confused and concerned glances about me. I had no idea where the time had gone.

Patrick Foster in action.

Sensing lies

It felt to me like Charlotte was sensing that I told lies and kept things from her. That was a major concern, but I had many other worries too. I no longer had parents left at school who I could go to and ask for money. All those I felt close enough to had said a confused no or a reluctant yes. As the emails I was receiving attested, I was really struggling to pay anything back to those in the latter camp. Even the creditors I was most keen to pay back had to be ignored.

In my spare time, I flicked through my contacts list on my phone and the hundreds of people I was friends with on Facebook. I would size each up, with two considerations: 1) whether they were in a position to lend to me; and 2) whether my request for cash would get back to my friends and family.

Ultimately, though, I wasn’t too picky and sent hundreds of messages, without much success. When people said no, I wouldn’t take it personally. I would just move on to the next person, until someone said yes. Inevitably, this only widened the cracks. The people I was approaching found it weird that I was asking for money, and my due diligence wasn’t tight enough. These were people I hadn’t seen for years and now had only tenuous links with.

I remember learning that a bloke I’d played cricket with for one season now had a decent property business, so asked him for money. He then understandably shared our exchange with a mutual friend, putting them on red alert about my behaviour.

Running wild

In 2017, my gambling had truly run wild. This was the year that I hit 76 different accounts (often having multiple accounts with the same gambling company) and, in one account alone, placed 27,988 bets. I’d built up all these accounts over the years in many different names.

I would gamble on every single horse race at every meet throughout the day, and just about every football league match. Saturdays, as you can imagine, were carnage

Many of my accounts were given VIP status by the gambling companies due to how much I was spending on them, and I would leverage that position for bonuses and freebies. So bad was my addiction at this point that I became really nasty with them, threatening that I would harm myself if I didn’t get what I wanted, or claim that I was about to lose my job. It was pure emotional blackmail. There was one operator with whom I was particularly aggressive, because I knew I would get what I wanted. They almost all said yes in the end.

And why not? I would end up giving them all of my money anyway. I would gamble on every single horse race at every meet throughout the day, and just about every football league match (bear in mind there are 92 clubs). Saturdays, as you can imagine, were carnage – I would put quite literally thousands of bets on, either placed in preparation overnight or just on my phone on the day.

When my money ran dry and my accounts were empty, I would experience a brief moment of relief. I could do nothing more. But that wouldn’t last long – I would go hunting for money once more.

All this gambling was in search of the salvation that was the “big win”. By now I knew it would need more than just one extraordinary bet to get me out of trouble, but I honestly thought it would happen.

And that is what is unique about a pathological gambling addiction. With drugs or alcohol, you know what you are feeding your addiction with is bad for you, but as a gambling addict, I was certain it was by gambling more that I would get out of the mess I was in. I came close to huge wins on massive multiples that left me feeling like the unluckiest man alive. They also just kept me coming back for more.

March 2018

Standing on platform 5 at Slough station, I was certain of two things – that I’d placed my last bet, and that I was about to take my last breath. I would only end up following through with one of them.

I was a mess. Onlookers appeared confused by the sight of a 6ft 2in, thick-set, flame-haired man smartly dressed but in floods of tears and unable to stand still. No one came over, though. Perhaps they assumed I had just said a particularly tricky goodbye. In reality, I was preparing to say goodbye to everything.

I was gripped by the thought that I hadn’t told anyone about the trouble I was in. Those close to me deserved some sort of explanation. At the very least, there would be people wondering where I’d gone. But I was also ready to go – and there was too much to explain and far too little time to do so.

As a peacekeeping compromise with myself, I fired off two WhatsApp messages. I couldn’t call the recipients because I didn’t want them to hear the state I was in, or for that to be their final memory of me.

The first was to Charlotte. I simply wrote: “I do not want to be here anymore. I’m sorry. X.”

The other was to my brother. We were very close, but he had no sense of the extent to which I was suffering, because I had said nothing. A couple of people had raised vague concerns about me to him, but our relationship was happy and based on fun. I also knew he would have his phone in his hand, because he was always glued to the thing. So as well as being my brother, he was perhaps the most likely person in my whole phonebook to read it promptly.

I didn’t tell him exactly where I was, but told him what I was thinking about doing. I said my situation was dire, and asked him to say goodbye to everyone and tell them that I loved them.

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