Saturday Afternoon...

Was 'dan the club' this afternoon, drinking water and successfully pretending it was as good as wine, when Rod passed and remarked that the Derby (biggest flat horse race in the UK) was starting in a few minutes.

Went in to the Ladies Bar to watch and it was an absolutely forgettable race until the very end. Then a tall French kid pushed through the ruck of other horses, and mistaking some early fence post for the finishing line, stood bolt upright on his horse and while pulling it back, went into convulsions of triumph - and seconds later crossed the real finishing line first, still celebrating and still trying to pull the winner back!