Reply With QuoteKempo, I was beginning to think, due to the absence of any mention on here of Royal Ascot, that it had become nothing more than an abstract concept, a existential pensee if you will.
Then I saw the Morning Line for the first time in a couple of years at the very least, re-acquainting myself with some old faces and new. Emma Spencer fell into a category of her own i.e. a very very old face stretched almost to bursting point. Unless it was my television, the steadfastly tomboyish Tanya looked as if she was about to give birth to quadruplets, two via each hip.
But on to the main point of the programme; the actual racing. No-one at all wanted Gleneagles, Jim McGrath in particular, they were all very sweet on the French invader. Utter tosh, I thought I heard you cry from your Leicestershire bolthole (and quite right too). Gleneagles will slay them all.
I had £700 on at 4-7 in a fit of pique due to missing my banker of the day by approximately 3 seconds. Solow was giving money away.
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