Race of Champions – gangman and camptown style

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There are three certainties in life Dodd’s Death, Truss taxes and the big horse on the racetrack that’s sniffs and shoulders above anything else – but here’s the devil in it and it is Frankely annoying – there are six of these big b*rstards in the Champion of Champions lining up at Royal Ascot to show off their winning wares – it’s like Russian roulette and not a single mare just twelve flaring nostrils of all consuming tetostorone fuelled
hate in the upcoming race.
That’s enough of that milarkey I’m orf out to take in the air.

GULP GULP – sun drenched bankbroke air starved of 02 but the sharp suits muscle in to give it some bounce !

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I took the air from the window.
I will take a cold shower
and then get some gulps.

I came across these comments…

I have read a few books by this author now and I do enjoy them. They are easy reads with no great stress or obligation on the reader’s part to think very much. Ideal reading for airport lounges and doctor’s waiting rooms.

Daddy’s Gone A Hunting features Kate, who gets caught in an explosion early in the piece and spends much of the book in a coma, suspected of being responsible for the blast. Her sister Hannah is left to defend Kate and try to discover who actually did it. It is a little bit obvious who it is going to be but knowing did not spoil the book for me. I haven’t guessed it have you ?- could be horrible Hanna I suppose.

Oh deary deary me, the author hasn’t exactly captured the cognoscenti set there – rather the bored frustrated faces in airport lounges that don’t want their brains taxed along with the kerosene or those waiting to see a doctor about their mental health. Is it similar to the endless muzak and awful house auction programmes they pipe and slam into view through the hospital waiting rooms to stop fights – sort of readalongwithmax.

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