The sport of kings is gradually becoming the sport of the slapper and the spiv. This traces back to the arrival of the sharabang. Go back 20 or so years and the punters arrived in their Rollers and Bentleys with their champagne and picnics which they shared around their friends.
But the toughening of drink driving laws led to racecourses hiring in their own caterers and the development of buses, stretch limousines and sharabangs so everyone could have a jolly good party
And of course have a jolly good excuse to dress up and pull a rich fella with a wadge of winnings
Butter, of course would not melt in any of these ladies mouths, although they seem to span an interersting age range if you double click and blow the pictures up full screen
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