You book a P&O cruise to Perth (and hopefully back), but put thought in and cleverly make sure your cabin is as far away physically from anyone called Ricky or Lake. Anyway, on the first afternoon you stretch out your wasted and pallid corporeal form on the second class sun deck and as tanning ladies disperse, you spot your consultant heading for first class, and he says …
” I’m here thanks to your operation ”
and you shout..
” LAKE ”
Anyway watching Hill runaway with the tarts was an almightily unusual experience for me. I rarely spy more than 1% of races I bet on – possibly the last race of the day if I am involved, but only if it is of interest – which it usually isn’t. l’m heavily into MUTE VISION – look and listen well – spending wasteful time watching horse races you are financially involved in is not only emotionally draining but counter productive if you are interested in profit – especially if you are mathematically based.
Given you are a compulsive, or an idealist, or perhaps an artist, or a penniless enthusiast, or the fast dying breed of Yankee man, go ahead and fill your eye boots.
I made the unusual exception for Hill as I evidenced a large fly filling the ointment, just as Michael Douglas’s famous line disturbingly and irrationally entered the slow windmill of my mind.
‘This could be the bet of the century’ or if not – Lingfield car park on a wet Monday afternoon at 4.30 chucking out time, as Barry Dennis’s ghost heads home in front of you, and with your readies, for a medium but not rare steal and chips
Liverpool Echo….
Let’s face it – he was well prepared and unlike many – a very valuable horse !!!