What could have been a very fine day at the Sha Tin Race course, turned into misery as my key banker of the day – ANKH MORPORK in the 8th race, had his second placing thrown out in the stewards room due to interference.
As one of my favourite author’s instructs us: There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken.
Of course, a more sensible gentleman would have been doing his washing and ironing and preparing for his trip to Tokyo tomorrow. I on the other hand, having lost all sense and sensibility sometime during war (or was it sars?), chose to get my hopes up on winning what might have been fine Quinella. So lesson du jour, dear reader’s – don’t expect much and after a crappy day at the Races – don’t go home via Wan Chai, where there is a good chance you will be taken again.
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