
Ive never been to a horse racing event. Never wanted to. It always seemed like an event more for the upper crust of society. The sport of Kings and Queens. Not for me. But when i learned a couple of weeks back I had won tickets at work to go to The Derby!! Then there was no stopping me. Yes, I would be a Dutchess for a Day. I would go all dressed up to the nines, determined to be either spotted by the Queen herself who would give me the entire Buckinghamshire estate or get myself on TV for BBC sport.
Its quite amazing to see how the other set live. Me and my sister agreed we could quite easily get used to this life, whilst we sipped our complimentary champagne, looking down on the rabble in the cheap frocks and cheap seats below us ;)
They certainly keep you entertained in hospitality. If you are not feasting on the finest culiary delights the michelin chefs have whipped up for you, you will be doing the samba with the carnival dancers or toe tapping to a marching band!
Of course a day at the races could not go by without a flutter. This is where the whole charade of being a dutchess and living the highlife of the rich and famous comes tumbling down. oh yes... a £2 bet on the horses was all we were willing to pay.
We were trackside with our big parosol for the big Derby race final. Theres a great excited feeling in the crowd. Mainly because every one is now totally sloshed having been drinking since 10:30 in the sweltering sun. Anxious, expectation, exhileration as we wait for the horses to come into sight. I immediately went into my oh my god, oh my god im getting far too excited modes as could hear the thunder of hooves and the horses were now nearly in sight. I paused momentarily to think of the Suffragettes who had thrown themselves in the path of a horse at this very same point for the vote!
" Come on Frankie" I yelled
"Come on! .... Come on!" I screamed
We all turn to see him romp home and then jump up and down, hugging each other in sheer elation. Yeah, we had won! we had won. £4.60. We were winners!!

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