The race that stops the Nation takes
its pride of place south of the Border
on Tuesday, November 6, 2007; sure,
stop we do, listen to a commentary if
near a radio, or duck inside at 3:20pm
to watch in on the box. It’s in the blood
y’ know, won five quid way back in ’57,
didn’t understand a bloody thing ‘bout
horses – but sweeps were the go when
a two bob stake was all one needed to
be in. My mind’s a vacant lot on tracks,
bloodlines and all that esoteric stuff the
once-a-year punters pontificate on ad
infinitum; I’d rather get my fun in a buck
sweep stake, trust in luck to draw a nag
of class – who gives a damn if it runs last.
Three and a bit minutes is all it takes –
and the World’s back to normal again...
© 1 November 2007, I. D. Carswell
its pride of place south of the Border
on Tuesday, November 6, 2007; sure,
stop we do, listen to a commentary if
near a radio, or duck inside at 3:20pm
to watch in on the box. It’s in the blood
y’ know, won five quid way back in ’57,
didn’t understand a bloody thing ‘bout
horses – but sweeps were the go when
a two bob stake was all one needed to
be in. My mind’s a vacant lot on tracks,
bloodlines and all that esoteric stuff the
once-a-year punters pontificate on ad
infinitum; I’d rather get my fun in a buck
sweep stake, trust in luck to draw a nag
of class – who gives a damn if it runs last.
Three and a bit minutes is all it takes –
and the World’s back to normal again...
© 1 November 2007, I. D. Carswell
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