OK, I know when I’m beaten.
In the wise words of Rainbow:
I surrender, I surrender
I’m giving up the role of pretender
I remember, seems like a lifetime
Can’t believe it’s a matter of days
Five days of Royal Ascot to be precise. 30 races, 3 winners, big loss.
Maybe I should have a little rest from these kind of frontal assaults. Instead, these mugpunting pages could be dedicated to something more wholesome. Tales from my allotment, steam train spotting or a Good Kebab Guide, maybe. Something satisfying, rewarding and achievable…