Nationally Grand
Well, once again my horses from the office sweepstake didn't do terribly well. One was the first horse to fall - and at the first fence. The other did manage to finish - but in last place. Ah, well...
Three years ago, it was a different story - I had my aunt to visit for the weekend, and she'd been staying with friends on Friday night. One of her friends had a brother who was a jockey in the National, riding on a horse called Red Maurader. Naturally, my aunt had to have a punt on the 33-1 outsider, and after a particularly gruelling race in which only 5 horses finshed, who should come first but the one on our ticket! Naturally, in true Rigby-Jones fashion, we took the proceeds and went for a slap-up meal - and at those odds we had a very good time!
Three years ago, it was a different story - I had my aunt to visit for the weekend, and she'd been staying with friends on Friday night. One of her friends had a brother who was a jockey in the National, riding on a horse called Red Maurader. Naturally, my aunt had to have a punt on the 33-1 outsider, and after a particularly gruelling race in which only 5 horses finshed, who should come first but the one on our ticket! Naturally, in true Rigby-Jones fashion, we took the proceeds and went for a slap-up meal - and at those odds we had a very good time!
