Punting Saturday 12th April 1997.
Punting Saturday 19th April 1997.
The precedents continue to be set by Gary Grogwash, the guru of good gambling, who continues to rake in the cabbage with a cunning mix of racing nous and knowledge mixed with a generous portion of astrological interpretation. For the second week in succession Grogwash has turned a profit for the burgeoning Kingston Wolves Punters Club.
These are uncharted waters both for Gary individually, and the club as a whole, as neither have ever gone for such an extended period of profitable punting. Even John "The Magician" Dowse, in his halcyon days, could not match this successful run.
It would appear that Grogwash has responded to the critics of last weeks miserly $2 return and, in his own inimitable style, won $19 for us all to enjoy in the latter stages of season 1997. For those of you keen to know the nags that delivered the pot of gold; they were Derobe (this was the omen bet for the day and if enough thought is given to it you should be able to work it out) with his only other winner being a scratching. But still this is enough for the prince of punting to proceed with his profitable pattern and if the trend continues we can look forward to an even more productive performance this weekend.
Punting Saturday 26th April 1997.
Feast turned into famine and soaking rains turned to barren drought as Grogwash Allen threw away the form guide and took the first entry sign onto the information superhighway in a vain attempt to keep his impeccable record intact. Unfortunately the information superhighway was riddled with potholes and Grogwash found himself with a blown rear tyre and no spare in the boot as he placed 5 bets that floundered at the winning post and sent us spiralling uncontrollably into a lose lose situation ie. we lose our money and he loses his gambling rights.
Unfortunate as Saturday's events were it gives some other members of this small gambling fraternity a crack at the big time and a chance to make a name for themselves. Thus the spotlight moves from Grogwash and shines its shimmering light on Rod "Pensioner" Bradley. Pensioner has boldly predicted that he will more than adequately fill the large and profitable void left by Grogwash and will return a fistful of fifties that will satisfy the many critics that abound when the fortunes of the club take a turn for the worse.
Punting Saturday 3rd May 1997.
The optimistic thoughts for a profitable punting season that many of us entertained for a brief period while Grogwash enjoyed his day in the sun appear to be completely unfounded as, for the second week running, the golden gambling voucher was wasted in the hands of Rod "Pensioner" Bradley.
Hopes were raised with the cash being controlled by Pensioner but there were ominous signs when, on Saturday morning, not a form guide had been perused nor a bet laid. This kind of tardy preparation was reflected in the way Pensioner's selections ran the home straight and he was left with the lonely gamblers lament of wishing the race went just one more length.
In rapid succession the reigns of the punters club go through another set of hands this week and the name that has been randomly drawn out of the hat is Alan Duffy. The reason for letting Duff take a plunge is unclear as the benefit of experience over youth was certainly proven to be mythical if last weeks results are anything to go by.
However Duff has proven himself in the past and it is with this thought in mind that we lay our immediate futures in his hands and hope that he will win us all enough money so that we can all enjoy our coffee and cake come the long weekend in October.
Punting Saturday 10th May 1997.
The optimistic and prophetic words from last weeks edition of this esteemed tome have proven to be just the fillip the Wolves Punters Club needed with Alan Duffy skyrocketing that the Wolves will still be able to make their inaugural overseas trip away.
Duff followed the lead set early in the season by Grogwash Allen and ventured onto the information superhighway for his inspiration. Fortunately he was better equipped than Grogwash and was given the good oil that all regular punters are fond of receiving on a regular basis. Just as fortunately Duff had taken time out of his hectic schedule that seems to revolve around the nocturnal establishments that Kingston is famous for to spend some quality hours perusing the form guide and having his bets prepared well in advance of the TAB opening hour.
If only Braddles had taken these same proper precautions when assuming the great responsibility that was thrust upon him last week, he too, could be basking in the same glory that Duff finds himself most contentedly enjoying for the immediate future.
My Internet correspondence from Duff this week assures me that a new gambling legend has been born and that we can look forward to an even greater return this week.
Punting Saturday 31st May & 7th June 1997.
It appears that the nightmare of the 1996 punting season is returning to haunt the members of the 1997 punting fraternity as, for the third consecutive week, not a dollar, skerrick, shekel, ducat or dime has looked like being returned to the coffers.
Two weeks ago the money was given to Chris "Puppets" Giltrap in the false hope that he would prop up the ailing punters club bank balance. The reason for this false sense of security was the fact that Puppets holds the annual trip away very close to his heart (as consecutive Best and Fairest awards indicate) and if there is anyone that appreciates the fact that we need as many liquid assets as we can muster it should be Puppets. Unfortunately his desire was confused with punting ability and a poor day was had on the track.
In the week that followed Puppets' poor effort a lot of soul searching was done to come up with the right person to get the club back onto the road it had so suddenly fallen off. The apparent solution to this problem appeared to be Geoff "Frosty" O'Regan. Frosty, quite a vociferous man with a green can full of amber fluid in his hand, enjoys the season ending trip almost as much as Puppets although he is constantly dismayed when he flounders in the Best and Fairest voting and it was thought this might be the motivation needed to secure a few more votes when the selectors next meet. This proved to be an inadequate theory as Frosty laid 3 bets at various venues with the end result being another generous $50 donation to the TAB.
It is only natural that a lot of spruiking occurs at the beginning of any punters club and this weeks nominated gambler has been no exception. This gentleman is known for spending his quality time at the Giralang Tavern, one of the national capitals' more salubrious licensed premises, where he is in 6 different punter's club's that have all won over $1000 for the year so far, or so we hear. It is on this spruiking basis alone that, in desperation, the club has turned to Wayne "Topweight" Kelty to take the money and do as he wishes.
As you will all be aware a crisis meeting was held late last week to examine the ailing fortunes of the Kingston Wolves Punters Club. Palms were read, tea leaves examined, tarot cards dealt, a virgin sacririced and the entrails of a recently slaughtered beast were examined in an attempt to find a saviour, a person that could dig us out of the rut we so quickly found ourselves in. The signs were ominous as they pointed to Wayne "Topweight" Kelty. This gentleman, as mentioned in previous editions, has been quick to inform us of his prowess on the punt and his penchant for picking pecuniary placegetters.
Although unproven in Wolves circles but with the advantage of astrological interpretation and the wisdom of satanic rituals on our side it was with a vote of confidence that Topweight bounded into the TAB on a sprightly Saturday morning and placed a number of bets in various locations stretching as far afield as Adelaide.
I am now pleased to report to you, my fellow punters, that the result of Saturday's outlay was a return of some $146. This is a record for a Wolves punter and far exceeds the feats of John "The Magician" Dowse last year. Although we are still a tad in the red if we continue on this new course chartered by the Topweight we should be in fine shape come early October.
Punting Saturday 21st June 1997.
The Gods were smiling on Saturday last as not only did the Wolves inflict another punishing defeat on hapless opposition but, for the second week in succession, a profitable period has been had on the punt. Topweight Kelty again strode to the wicket with his side deep in trouble and immediately started striking the ball in the middle of the bat. So impressive has he been in his latest knock that he has earnt the right to a promotion up the order in future clashes. With the poor recent form of the middle order, in particular, Grover O'Neil, Puppets Giltrap and Frosty O'Regan (who surely must be coming under close scrutiny from the selectors) Topweight surely would not be out of place if he were given the opportunity to flay the willow at the shiny red cherry.
Not daunted by a wet track Topweight showed the form that has made him something of a legend in certain licensed premises north of the lake and has again shown he is no stranger to taking advantage of the generous inducement the TAB tends to offer at various times.
The good oil is that the celebration of our good fortune was still in full swing well into Sunday afternoon but the gloss had worn off and the back slapping had come to a grinding halt when the alarm went off on Monday morning.
It has been noted that the protest flag has been fluttering in recent weeks due to the lack of a gambling draw for you all to peruse. I assume full responsibility for this oversight and can assure you that there have been no underhand tactics occurring in the selection of the weekly gambler. For your personal gratification, should Topweight go early in proceedings next week, Pickle Davis will come in with guns blazing, and in the likely event he loses our money, the next cab off the rank will be the big hitting all rounder Richard Nicholson followed in quick succession by Reggie Davis, Poker Matheson, George Samios, Stats Tattersall and Nightmare Dodson. When we reach this point I shall reveal further names.
Punting Saturday 28th June 1997.
The ray of good fortune that had been shining so gloriously on Topweight Kelty disappeared as quickly as a fresh schooner does in his hand at the Giralang Tavern on Saturday last.Hopes were held high that Topweight's record breaking feats would continue until the end of the season to enable an unprecedented payout to be made to each prospective punter. This will not eventuate as each selection made by Topweight ran as if they were carrying him on their back as well as the nimble jockey.
The heavy track rating could well be blamed for last weeks performance but surely one would be entitled to argue, if one were the argumentative type, that if you spread the golden gambling voucher over enough races that you are bound to snare one lazy winner. This, however, was not the case and the offending TAB tickets have been filed with the pile of previous losing bets courtesy of Messrs. Allen, Bradley, Duffy, O'Neil, Giltrap and O'Regan.
As was mentioned last week Dean "Pickle" Davis assumes the vacant leading role on centre stage this week. Grave fears are held for any winning wagers as Pickle is not renowned for his punting prowess on anything that doesn't have a coin slot, flashing buttons, multiple line payouts, red/black choices or double up features. Unfortunately devices such as this are an infringement of the legislation of the Wolves punters club and it will be fingers crossed as Pickle fills out his TAB slips.
Punting Saturday 5th July 1997.
Unfortunately the wheels appear to have fallen off the sulky that was carrying the Wolves Punter Club as, for the second week in succession, bets were placed at venues Australia wide with a remarkably similar result to that of Topweight Kelty last weekend. Spirits were high in the punter's club ranks as the omen horse, Wolf, was running and it was thought that if ever we were to win it would be on the back of this trusty steed. This was not the case and, as Poker Matheson proved last punting season, omen betting doesn't necessarily translate into cash in the bank.
As is the custom of this tome credit will be given where credit is due and Pickle deserves a modicum of praise for only losing $12. $38 in the kitty certainly looks a lot more attractive than the nil return presented by recent ordinary gambling efforts.
Although being close to earning another week's grace Pickle fell at the critical stage and his place in the saddle, in a set of freshly laundered silks, will be assumed by the trifecta king Richard Nicholson. Nicho, as has been the case with so many of his predecessors, has often been heard waxing lyrically over a cold schooner of amber fluid at Football Park Sports Club about his previous impressive punting performances. However, these have all been while he was not a member of this fraternity and it is to be hoped that Nicho hasn't fallen into the same trap of building up a reputation only to have it utterly destroyed when the time came to fill in the TAB slips.
Punting Saturday 12th July 1997.
In an inspired move the punters club reins were handed over to Richard Nicholson mid week with the line of thought that we needed a healthy trifecta to get the club going back in the right direction again. After the abysmal effort of Pickle Davis the previous week it was also felt that we needed to go back to the veteran gamblers in the club to show the youngsters the advantages of age and experience. As many of you will recall from last week's edition of this esteemed publication Nicho was referred to as the trifecta king and his reputation was certainly proven to be fact rather than fiction as with the aplomb of a gambling guru Nicho returned to the grateful members the impressive tally of $138. A princely profit of $88 was the end result of some astute and well placed trifecta's.
Nicho has written himself into the annals of Wolves punting history as his $138 is second only to Topweight Kelty's excellent first up effort of $146. Of course Topweight's moment of glory is now only a distant memory and we must, for the moment, dwell on the feats of Nicho as he enjoys his day in the sun.
It should be noted that Nicho made a special effort not to spruce himself up in the minds of his punting brethren in order to avoid the potential spray that one can expect to receive upon the loss of our punting dollar. This has been duly noted and will be taken into consideration should Nicho have a less than successful day at the track in future weeks.
Another pleasing point was the out of hours time and effort Nicho put into his precious punting performance. After the crisis talks of last week it was clear that the right choice had been made with Nicho as he perused the form guide for hours on end and didn't fall into the trap of spreading the money thinly over tracks all round Australia but concentrated his effort on the one meeting and reaped the rewards.
Punting Saturday 19th July 1997.
Just as Wolves' punter's club members thought they could start eagerly anticipating a profitable payout at the end of this punting season we are forced to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune that seem to be the common ground we consistently find ourselves on. Unfortunately it is once again my dubious duty to report to you a negative outcome from last weeks wagers.
After many hours of solid form guide study, Richard Nicholson, the trifecta king, was set his major exam which involved the translation of this form guide into 8 winning trifectas. With this in mind Nicho strode confidently into the Manuka TAB on Saturday last brimming with confidence after his highly successful last start and a lot of faith that his study would hold him in good stead.
It would appear that any knowledge gleaned by Nicho in his spare time at 60 Minutes Dry Cleaners disappeared as quickly as the stains he removed from Doris Gaynors wardrobe.
As nice as it is to be competent enough to select 2 placegetters in any horse race this tactic is of limited use if the person in question is actually attempting to win money by way of trifecta betting. It is for this reason that Nicho's day in the sun, his 15 minutes of fame, his moment of glory drew to a close and a new era is set to begin.
The dawn of this new era will begin when the focus of our betting activity is well and truly turned onto a gentleman that has been eagerly awaiting his opportunity to impress all and sundry with his second to none knowledge of the racing game. I speak, of course, about George Samios.
Premiership winning captain/coach, foundation Wolves member, respected journalist and local restaurateur are all part of an impressive resum? few could hope to equal. George is known to be so fond of a gamble that the selection criteria for new staff at Caff? Della Piazza is that they must be prepared to spend a generous portion of their weekly pay cheque at Casino Canberra, to wit Thomas Lum and Ben James.
Punting Saturday 26th July 1997.
This headline may lead to some confusion amongst my punting brethren as some of you will, no doubt, recall that George Samios was last weeks nominated gambler and high hopes were held for a renaissance in our weekly gambling game. Unfortunately George is temporarily indisposed and responsibility for starting the Wolves howling again was handed to Craig Elphick. Unfortunately the form slump that has haunted the gambling efforts of Wolves punters club members in recent weeks continued. Elph took centre stage chock full of confidence only to be cut down without even a whimper and could only return a modest $8 that is not nearly enough to be granted another crack at the quest for great gambling glory.
Rather than rely on his knowledge gleaned from many studious hours in front of a form guide Elph fell into the fatal trap of asking family members for tips. The desired outcome was not achieved and both tips that Elph received, Classy Fella in Sydney and Bacy's Brother in Melbourne, failed to deliver. Classy Fella, in fact, ran as if it were carrying one of the more rotund members of the punters club and finished a less than creditable second last. Bacy's Brother showed a bit more fighting spirit and managed to snare second place. As tradition for this club dictates most of the punting dollar had been placed on Classy Fella and only a meagre $5 was wagered on a place bet for Bacy's Brother.
Tuesday nights trackwork saw the advent of the well worn gamblers lament. According to Elph if the race had been a length shorter we would have been in the money. The more astute patrons of the club saw straight through this facade and dismissed the dribble for what it was; a tardy attempt to justify irresponsible and reckless punting.
It was interesting to note that the previous weeks gambler, the trifecta king Richard Nicholson, was heard mumbling away in the background that he had more success dismissed as the rambling's of a man racked by the pain and guilt of letting his team down.
George Samios is again unavailable to fill the gambling void and, in a bold initiative, the funds, this week, will be split between two of the veterans of the punters club. Helmut Jordan and Stats Tattersall take the reins this week and, having seen the traps their predecessors have fallen into, will undoubtedly restore the bank balance to its once healthy state.
Punting Saturday 2nd August 1997.
It is with mixed emotions that this weeks report is constructed as, for the first time this year, co-punters were nominated with a degree of success and an ounce of failure. The selected punters this week were Andrew "Stats" Tattersall and Ricky "Helmut" Jordan, two gentleman poles apart in the physique department. It appears that the difference in their physique is as disparate as their ability to pick winners on the racetrack as Tatts fell at the final hurdle and lost all the money generously supplied to him.
Helmut, on the other hand, appears to be a worthy recipient of the punting pot and for a frugal $25 outlay returned an impressive $68. I feel it my duty to make you all aware that although Helmut posted an impressive profit it was no reward for the time he put in to studying for his arduous assignment. No attention was given to any means of communication ie. a form guide, Helmut decided that hot tips and omen bets were the way to approach the task at hand and we are fortunate that these selections came in for him.
It appears that Tatts is the person most hard done by in this scenario. Tatts is a keen student of the racing game and high hopes were held for a profitable punting performance but this was not to be. Unfortunately the complicated strategy employed by Tatts where he has one bet spread over 6 different horses at 5 different meeting in 3 different States came unstuck this week and he has been forced to relinquish the drivers seat.
The lucky man that takes over the warm drivers seat vacated by Tatts is Phillip "Doris" Gaynor. If history is any measure of proficiency than Doris is the man that is more than capable of getting the club back into the black in the final few weeks of the punting season. Helmut, of course, has guaranteed himself another turn this week and it to be hopes that his run of luck continues.
Punting Saturday 9th August 1997.
Pure and unadulterated joy is the overriding emotion that tugs at the heartstrings as this weeks report is penned. It seems that, finally, after many, many weeks of fruitless searching the perfect punting partners have been produced in the form of Ricky "Helmut" Jordan and Phillip "Doris" Gaynor.
As many of you will recall Helmut earned his stripes after an impressive first up gallop last week and his streak continued unabated this week. It would appear that previous advice given in this column regarding preparation for one's weekly wagers and the folly of following fanciful punting programs has proven to be incorrect as Helmut continues to rely on whispers he hears around the traps (and there are many he finds himself in) and place his money based on this unreliable banter. However this system, while not infallible, is certainly in the midst of a purple patch and Helmut raked in another handsome profit this week.
The other half of this calculating combination has been known to move in similar circles to that of his rotund partner. Doris Gaynor has been one of the members of this salubrious sect that has been an absolute joy to be associated with. Doris has not complained about his spot in the gambling queue and has made payments like clockwork. These facts, coupled with Doris' sterling form last season, should have been enough to guarantee him an earlier gamble but this was not to be. Unperturbed by this, Doris, with his keen eye for a frisky filly, selected a number of possible winners and confidently placed his money squarely on the back of these trusty steeds.
Although little is known about the process used to ascertain his knowledge of the equines in question they have paid back his confidence abundantly and even though only a minor profit recorded it was, none the less, a profit and if such form continues we will be rolling in the money later in the year.
Punting Saturday 16th August 1997.
It is one of the curious anomalies in this world that when an individual receives more praise than they are accustomed to it can inflate their ego to an unjustifiable level. It appears that this was the case this week with "Helmut" Jordan. For the past fortnight Helmut has been riding high on the crest of a wagering wave that saw the stocks of the Wolves punter's club rise to unseen levels. Quite clearly Helmut was chuffed with his success as he demanded his kudos from this medium. And glory he did receive for two long weeks but the time has now arrived for our rotund friend to feel the razor edge of this double edged sword.
As many have before him Helmut made a vain attempt to propel himself into an elite punting echelon and ended falling flat on his face. Perhaps the only thing preventing him from doing serious personal damage was his ample girth that cushioned the impact as he fell from his lofty perch. In the true spirit of this tome, mention should be made that Helmut did only lose $7 but has, nonetheless, satisfied the criteria for this savaging.
Thoughts now turn to Richard "Goggles" Crossman. It would appear that at the time Goggles was suffering in a severe manner from the excesses of the previous evening such was the haphazard manner his bets were laid. It is clear that the amiable alcoholic haze that descended on Goggles the night before had not completely lifted and the end result for him was a nil return from the various trifecta's he placed. I'm sure that the trifecta king, Richard Nicholson, would be more than willing to impart some of his vast knowledge of the trifecta caper to Goggles.
Saturday was not all doom and gloom for the punters club as Patrick Francis Griffin and Phillip "Doris" Gaynor shone like beacons and were the pillars that prevented this little gambling house from crashing down around us.
Paddy was the undoubted star over the weekend and with the advantage of a tip received on Friday night from someone in the know and a cursory study of the form guide on Saturday morning managed to post a solid $38 profit. As is the conservative nature of those employed in the banking industry Paddy plumped for each way bets and one cannot help but wonder how much the takings would have been (well actually it's not that hard to work out I just can't be bothered turning my calculator on) if the smart money showed a little more adventure and was placed on the win only. Let this not take the gloss of Paddy's glowing performance and let's hope this streak continues for the next three weeks.
Phillip "Doris" Gaynor is the other part of this quartet that can hold his head high. Doris, as mentioned last week, has been the rock of Gibraltar that the punters club has been founded on and was, once again, a solid performer with another outstanding weeks punting. Doris is showing signs of being a stayer rather than a sprinter as, slowly but surely, he improves his return each week. On current form Doris will be punting through to the end of the season and will have the bank balance back in the black where we all like to see it.
Please note that the punting season will conclude on Grand Final weekend.
It would appear that the betting bubble that Doris Gaynor has surrounded himself in in recent weeks well and truly burst on Saturday as he dropped himself to the depths of the betting barrel with a nil return. Doris does not seem to be the scholarly type because he quite clearly did not go to school on the lessons his punting predecessors taught him. The fatal traps that arrive with a healthy dose of overconfidence were evident in the manner that Doris laid his bets. In previous weeks Doris has been content to place his bets in a conservative fashion but one that none the less had the desired effect and returned a positive outcome. This winning pattern was abandoned by Doris on the weekend past and with reckless abandon he placed two bets on the nose of 2 rank outsiders in Sydney and Brisbane and neither delivered anything worth spruiking about. One thing it seems that Doris has read this punting season is the book of excuses. Two of note that were used on Saturday were (a) that he was concerned with giving more of his fellow punters a turn and (b) if the race had been a length longer he would have been rolling in the cabbage. Without a doubt any punter that is yet to experience the thrill of entering the door of the TAB would gladly forsake this riveting emotion if it meant a healthier payout at years end.
Hopes were held high that Patrick Francis Griffin's purple patch would continue through to the end of the season. It didn't. PFG turned into a student of the turf during the week and there weren't many conversations he had that didn't involve a lengthy discourse on the relative merits of each nag in each meeting in each State. It is perhaps due to this overkill that PFG fell into to the same loathsome pile as Doris and joined some other club notables, namely Grogwash Allen, Grover O'Neal, Oscar Giltrap, Frosty O'Regan, Topweight Kelty, Trifecta King Nicholson, Stats Tattersall and Grotty Crossman, who have all at various stages gleefully taken a fistful of fifties and done absolutely nothing with it. PFG seemed to take a leaf out of Grogwash's book on the weekend and almost spread his wagers over the gamut of gambling scenarios. Money was placed on the nose, each way, double, next double, trifecta, quinella, quaddie and superfecta and all to no avail. Paddy has also been no stranger to the excuse book this year as he was heard mumbling away very early in the day how there were a couple of omen bets that he almost laid our money on. Of course these all ended up finishing first and once again we are forced to contemplate what could have been.
The third gambler of this attractive trio was club legend George Samios. In a different tack that is technically in breach of punters club legislation George has decided to lay the money on the roulette table at the Canberra Casino. Although frowned upon this method of gambling could provide instant pleasure if successful. Unfortunately at the time of writing the results of George's plunge on the tables are as yet unknown. While the old adage tells me that no news is good news that sinking feeling has once again crept up on me.
opportunity to remind you that the punting season concludes Grand Final weekend. Any punter with outstanding dues will forfeit their contributions to the dividend pool
The negative feeling expressed in last weeks edition proved to be completely unfounded as club legend George Samios broke all sorts of records on his visit to the casino. Unfortunately at the time of going to press last week the results of George's plunge were unavailable but it can now be reported that he returned a profit of $125 from his time spent studying the revolutions of the roulette table.
This result far outweighs the impressive return of punters club stalwarts such as Topweight Kelty, Trifecta King Nicholson, Helmut Jordan and Paddy Griffin throughout the season. It is unfortunate to note that all these keen punters fell in a screaming heap after their initial payout and it is to be hoped that George's winning streak continues unabated for the next week.
Although George's feat involved a slight infraction of punter's club legislation it should be noted that a witness was present at the Casino and George was sober at the time of gambling. I am led to believe that our fortuitous win came down to the last $5 chip George held and the roulette wheel rolled in our favour. For all you omen betters out there I am unable to reveal the lucky number as George has kept this under his hat as he is keen to place chips on the same number at the same table this week.
Unfortunately George's run of good luck came to an abrupt halt when, for the second week running, he tempted fate and laid our immediate future in the hidden law of a probable outcome on the roulette table. This probable outcome proved to be an impossible target as every dollar gambled went to the croupiers provident fund rather than the Wolves' junket fund.
Thus, for the final week of punting, two legends will take control of the cabbage and place our destiny in their capable hands. I refer, of course, to Brett Anthony Davis and Andrew Browne. These two connoisseurs of the track will undoubtedly find a winner up As you will all be well aware this weekend sees the final punt of the season for the Wolves punters club.
Dividends will be disbursed to everyone that has fully paid their dues. Once again I remind you that everyone that is not fully paid up will forfeit the money they contributed.