'It's a betting revolution' - Harry Findlay is back and he's a man on a mission

With an Egg McMuffin in one hand and a TV remote in the other, Harry Findlay looks as though he's got life just where he wants it. Dobby the Dachshund is hanging around for the inevitable scraps, Big Bash cricket is going crazy in the background and Harry is in full flight, while the peaceful Devon landscape outside the window does its best to calm the mood.

The landscape is long odds-against. Findlay may have just turned 60, and life has had him on the canvas a couple of times in recent years, but he's back on his toes now, floating like the world's biggest butterfly and stinging like a vengeful bee. Far from being chastened by experience, he seems to have swept away the last few turbulent, draining years as if they were mere bugs on his windscreen and is treating his survival as a sign that it's time to open up the throttle again.

On a manic day, the great gambler's main thrust can be lost amid a high-voltage, stream-of-consciousness rant, but this morning, after a brief discussion of his impending birthday jaunt to London with his wife Kay to see Cirque du Soleil at the Albert Hall, the focus is unwavering and unmistakable. He has a new project, a thundering steam train of passion that cannot be derailed, and woe betide anybody who stands in its way. Even the budgie in the corner of the living room seems wary of hopping through the open door of its cage. He stays on his perch, eats a bit of millet and chirps occasionally in agreement, but that's as far as it goes.