07-04-2017, 01:56 PM
David Guyatt Wrote:The following post is from Tooth who texted me this morning while I was navigating the wilds of Cambridgeshire with the faint hope that I might be confronted by the wild, bare-chested Iceni women who live there - but no such luck. I was on a bus while Tooth was on a train
I had the enormous misfortune to be seated opposite a very beautiful woman en route to Aintree. I naturally offered her the benefit of my renowned knowledge of all things equine & told her to bung a large one on Go Pontinental, only to discover said nag had expired at the first or second in a mid-1970s Grand National.
There is a moral here, it's just that I have no idea what it is.
"There are three sorts of conspiracy: by the people who complain, by the people who write, by the people who take action. There is nothing to fear from the first group, the two others are more dangerous; but the police have to be part of all three,"
Joseph Fouche
Joseph Fouche