I was at Chester races satdy before last

My GOD there were some lovelies. And, for balance, some ladies who looked like me in a frock. But the girlie I followed through the under-track concourse to the infield was an absolute darling. When I say 'followed', I mean 'walked behind as a matter of course', I don't mean 'stalked, heavy breathing and moaning', although it was close.

I'd parked about a mile away and walked; when I walked back to my car, later, I was walking among many of the lovely women, who by now had removed their Torture Shoes and were hobbling painfully like a line of brightly-coloured and heavily-painted ducks. Spoiled the image a bit. Karn's had worse.

Posted By: Sugbad The Bad, Jul 26, 11:51:33