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Remember Whippers Delight welI, Pilgarlic. Believe he was actually runner-up over hurdles 8 times in a row at Lingfield (other racecourses interspersed) Think I backed him for a Fontwell victory between goes. Lingfield efforts all within a year included 5 on the bounce (no other course interspersed), the 8 beginning 25th Jan 1993 and ending 20th Jan 1994. Two of them being on turf. Wasn’t any better on Turf. The sequence ended by a 3rd spot before again second.
In all 9 times runner-up over hurdles there, twice 3rd in 12 attempts (only unplaced when 8th on first Lingfield start @ 66/1)..
Only chase starts at Lingfield (turf) an unseat and fall.Judging by Timeform performance ratings Wippers Felight’s best ever run was when third at Uttoxeter. Take that one run out of the equation and he matched his best seven times, four of those at… Lingfield.
Value Is EverythingLeaving errors of the past to one side, the town itself sports the beautiful Minster Cathedral and no better place to visit after a few bevvies when racing is done and dusted and the bookies have been put to bed. Not suitable for those of an especially sensitive nature and be warned, when the moon is up, late of an evening, you might just catch sight of him – the very ghost of a deformed fellow that preys there high up in the tower. He is known to lean out and shout demonically
” The Wells The Wells ”I once spent an enjoyable evening rubbing some brass at The Minster. Who should appear out of nowhere but the Ghost of The Reverend Tommy Bayes. I took the opportunity to ask him the eternal question: what’s the correct pronunciation?
“Obviously the correct style is Suvall. Would anybody pronounce it that way if it wasn’t?”
Brass rubbings can get you thinking strange things and even more so, if you find yourself as an escapee, in a sheltered train carriage sitting next to Poirot, whose wiping his brow constantly, and in unison to the diddlee dee diddlee dum, in racking the depths of his little grey cells to find out who murdered who in your Care home in the lockdown, and you’re going one way to Palookaville, and without a valid ticket, when you suddenly spot the approaching guard, is your other cross half, so in desperation you start rubbing the brass handle of the carriage door and the thought suddenly occurs to you…
What would be the least time consuming way of finding out the hyopergeometric distripution of crystall balls in a sack full of balls or *rse about head, deduct the inverse probability of how many crystal balls were left when the cat is out of the bag – without consulting Bayes or any of his antecedent brethren or any of the modern distribution bell ringing theorists of non Presbyterian faith who on the quiet are also partial to a bit of brass rubbing at the back of the vestry, or if it’s a Sunday, the classicists in purple in the choir ?
flatcapgamble…Even I whose chi is completely out of kilter in these days of dont do, can spot the obvious solution. Just ask the first crystal ball out of the sack for the correct answer. If it gets it wrong – it’s just not worth knowing – so in that case, just slip back into your previous state of transcendental meditation and let the chi flow back.
Transcendental meditation is irrational but irrational meditation isn’t necessarily transcendental
Shrowsbury or Shroosbury?
Greenock or Grennock?
Bombay or Mumbai?
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