The Lair

Never been one for the equestrian sports. Unfortunately, like the MJ verdict, some things just grab one’s attention and this week seems to be good for noticing horse racing. Specifically, the Royal Ascot is in York. I could hardly miss the extra traffic around the A64, at any rate. Or the swarms of helicopters circling in the distance. Because the really rich and famous travel by chopper instead of in stretch limos like the hoi polloi.

It’s a bigger deal than it might seem at first glance because the Royal Ascot rarely seems to move from it’s southern location. In fact, this has all the makings of a historic occasion. The lil York racecourse is seeing a high profile racing event, at long last. Note that I know as much about horse racing as I do about nuclear physics, but it’s quite difficult to not get caught up in the excitement of it all. And let’s not forget about ogling the headgear. Not to mention the wearers of said headgear.

Anyway, there are supposed to be some tickets floating around here that people don’t seem inclined to use, so I might just get one of them to see what all the fuss is about. Oh, and speak to a man about a horse at the same time. Billy Bunter would be proud.