The real reason that I wanted to vent my spleen was that I had two winners out of three selections and lost money!
I wish I had known that the f***ing eight-lane car park that is the M25 should be avoided at 10am on a Saturday. It took me an hour to trundle round to the M4 at 15mph so I had to go straight to the railway station rather than park at Hounslow West and walk there, stopping at the bookies on the way. So I did not get on Basem at 9/2 or 4/1 and would not do it at 7/2 at the track. When I went in the betting ring Waady was 2/1 so I left it to go to the winning post to then find that it had drifted and the SP was 5/2. I did back 5/2 Black Cherry and Hughes should just pack up riding now and see if he is any good at training: missed the break, go boxed in behind a wall of horses with two to go but probably would not have beaten the winner anyway. Was nearly tempted b the gamble on Candy’s in the last.
Add to that I picked the wrong Johnston horse in the Old Newton Cup. The money piled on Watersmeet and it got turned over by Notarised, dropping back from two miles!
Have to tell you that as I walked across the course from the station, I was following three seriously foxy types. One was tall and wearing four-inch white heels and a see-through (at least the bottom half was) trouser suit number with a white G-string underneath. One was wearing huge platforms but her attire was a not-to-transparent blue number with white flower pattern. The third one was wearing the tightest fitting off-the-shoulder dress she could possibly squeeze into – and she certainly had the figure for it – but I reckon she was commando as there were no visible lines of any undergarments. Shame they were all young enough to be my daughters...
