First viewed : April 1985
This is an equivalent post to the one about cricket the previous year, something I was watching to ward off holiday boredom. To make it more interesting, I popped out to the bookies and put a small bet on a horse called Temple Rise. In a photo-finish it was declared joint winner. Thankfully, I didn't develop the habit.
My mother's family were pretty much all mad-keen on the nags (my granddad was studying the form guide in the back of the Mirror while dying in hospital), though I took more after the other side of this family, loathing the idea of losing money too much to risk it.
ReplyDeleteThis had the result of spending all of my brother's stag trip at York races bored out of my skull in the bar, waiting for the point it would be polite enough to take my leave without offending anyone.
In different contexts , I've been in that sort of situation many times so I entirely sympathise.
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