Cheltenham
Mar 14th, 2008 | By Bock | Category: HumourSo, Bock, I hear you ask, will you be investing a few cents on the gee-gees?
The answer is NO!
No? Why not?
Because I hate horse-racing.
Really?
I hate horse-racing more than I hate fucking golf!!
Oh. That much?
That much.
Completely agree.
It’s only marginally better than football.
And I had a tip for you and all.
Bock, you remain a man after my own heart.
If I could only convince you of the idiocy of a pack steroid-enhanced numpties crashing into each for the entertainment of D4 twats and misguided Munster men we would have a shot at sporting soulmatitude.
Fucking Golf. That sounds intriguing. I wonder what constitutes a hole in one?
Yeah, hate golf, hate football, ambivalent on the whole horse racing thing.
Definitely agree about golf. Anybody remotely interested in it is nothing short of a bollocks. The lower the handicap, the greater the bollocks. It’s the most egotistical game you could ever get involved with – ‘my swing, my stroke, my drive, my eagle, my whatever the fuck – ‘ and they all wait patiently one after the other for the chance to egotrip.
And don’t even begin to mention the dress code and the ettiqette! Thundering prats, the whole fuckin’ lot of them.
Nuts
horses? dunno anything about them, dunno how to work them or really what they do…….I do have some nice recipes all the same….
We seem to have a degree of accord here. Except for Gimme, who hasn’t yet experienced Thomond Park.
I’ve been to Thomond. Many years ago on my first visit I seen Cork Conn and Young Munster – what a day. Back then that was a strange place for a Kildare man to be.
I’ve also been to Limerick racecourse. But then that’s the most natural place for a Kildare man to be.
Horses for courses, if you’ll excuse the expression.
Well said, Bock. I attended the races once, in Limerick, and found it to be the most tedious and unpleasant way of spending an afternoon. I’d rather be sealed in a metal drum and dragged down the M50 than ever go again. My favourite bit was where everyone started shouting at their horses as they came close to the finish line. They’re horses; they can’t hear you! Besides, they’re already running as fast as they can thanks to the aggressive midget on their backs whipping them! A total waste of time…
Yess, TP on a cold dark winters saturday night about five minutes before kick off, Athenry rolling around the ground, the hair on your neck standing up, Just look around from the pitch to the crowd, ooh just thinking about it gives me the willies
And why do they call horseracing a sport? It certainly is a sport of kings, inbred and such….