Bloggers we come to the point in the year which is called the English season. Socially those who are , that is those who are in the know participate in the grand tradition of the season. Last week was Royal Ascot. I was there and what¿a spectacle¿it was......the great and the good, the Aristocracy headed by the Queen, the wannabees the celebs the upwardly mobile they were all there for the racefest of the year. We wore our hats , we dressed, spectacularly ,¿we curtsied to the Queen we drank ate and were merry. We also gambled. Hundreds of thousands of pounds on what? The turn of a dice, a game of chance? a slight of ¿hand? No the sport of Kings. Horseracing. ¿ As i watched i was fascinated. All of life was there socially right across the spectrum and the common denominator was the gambling. It was a bit like the lottery up close. People betting on a dream and most were disappointed. We were all hooked. Caught up in the euphoria of the day, the moment all wanting our winner to come home . All looking for the big win. ¿ The betting begins. Frantic¿is the rush to give away the money. the odds shorten but no one cares Money changes hands over and over again. Eyes shine with expectation. The betting slips limp in hot sweathy hands ¿ ¿The race is announced and the frenzy begins. Many looking at the pundits recommendations, others betting on names or the colour of the jockeys brightly coloured shirts. Whatever...... bets are on. Some placing small tokens others betting thousands.T he horses assemble at the start . There is an expectant hush. The horses fret and stamp. Mouths foaming at the bit, expectation sits heavy with the jockeys.... a lot¿is riding on this its the Gold Cup.¿Eager to begin, frustrated by going into the start boxes. The crowd is expectant . The horses snort and sweat , the crowd tenses and then.... finally they are OFF. you can smell the earth in the turf the sweet smell of leather and hoof oil. The sun shines on the slinky coats of the animals , groomed to perfection. The sound of the hoofs thundering on the dry ground begins as a distant thrum and increases like the beat of an expectant drum thundering on louder and louder as they approach. The croud murmers then increases the clamour. Mr and Mrs Joe Regular with their hard earned money at stake begin cheering. The cheering becomes shreiking and a kind of mass hysterior breaks out. The horses thundering by the winning post nears. You can see the whites of the horses eyes as they are encouraged on by a flick of the riders whip. ¿ Foam spillsfrom their bits and the crowd roars. The winning line is there and you can see the top hats enter the air . Jubilation for the winners , crushed disappointment to the losers, some having bet money they could ill afford to lose. Aah a day at the races ! What joy what jubilation, but what bloggers is the story of the losers. Losers there were and plenty of them. Many crushed by defeat drinking more alcohol to cover their disappointment. ¿ ¿Could they afford to bet what they had lost. Judging by the look on their faces I would say no. So what is it bloggers that makes people enter into this temporary madness. Are we all gamblers in life or not? I like to think im not. Im not a risk taker and although i like the races i hate to lose money. Would i bet all I had on a horse > NO . ¿ People do though dont they. What is it that makes them think they can beat the odds? What is it that makes some take incredible risks? I dont know.... do you? ¿ ¿
Bloggers we come to the point in the year which is called the English season. Socially those who are , that is those who are in the know participate in the grand tradition of the season. Last week was Royal Ascot. I was there and what¿a spectacle¿it was......the great and the good, the Aristocracy headed by the Queen, the wannabees the celebs the upwardly mobile they were all there for the racefest of the year. We wore our hats , we dressed, spectacularly ,¿we curtsied to the Queen we drank ate and were merry. We also gambled. Hundreds of thousands of pounds on what? The turn of a dice, a game of chance? a slight of ¿hand? No the sport of Kings. Horseracing.
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As i watched i was fascinated. All of life was there socially right across the spectrum and the common denominator was the gambling. It was a bit like the lottery up close. People betting on a dream and most were disappointed. We were all hooked. Caught up in the euphoria of the day, the moment all wanting our winner to come home . All looking for the big win.
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The betting begins. Frantic¿is the rush to give away the money. the odds shorten but no one cares Money changes hands over and over again. Eyes shine with expectation. The betting slips limp in hot sweathy hands
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¿The race is announced and the frenzy begins. Many looking at the pundits recommendations, others betting on names or the colour of the jockeys brightly coloured shirts. Whatever...... bets are on. Some placing small tokens others betting thousands.T he horses assemble at the start . There is an expectant hush. The horses fret and stamp. Mouths foaming at the bit, expectation sits heavy with the jockeys.... a lot¿is riding on this its the Gold Cup.¿Eager to begin, frustrated by going into the start boxes. The crowd is expectant . The horses snort and sweat , the crowd tenses and then.... finally they are OFF. you can smell the earth in the turf the sweet smell of leather and hoof oil. The sun shines on the slinky coats of the animals , groomed to perfection. The sound of the hoofs thundering on the dry ground begins as a distant thrum and increases like the beat of an expectant drum thundering on louder and louder as they approach. The croud murmers then increases the clamour. Mr and Mrs Joe Regular with their hard earned money at stake begin cheering. The cheering becomes shreiking and a kind of mass hysterior breaks out. The horses thundering by the winning post nears. You can see the whites of the horses eyes as they are encouraged on by a flick of the riders whip.
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Foam spillsfrom their bits and the crowd roars. The winning line is there and you can see the top hats enter the air . Jubilation for the winners , crushed disappointment to the losers, some having bet money they could ill afford to lose. Aah a day at the races ! What joy what jubilation, but what bloggers is the story of the losers. Losers there were and plenty of them. Many crushed by defeat drinking more alcohol to cover their disappointment.
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¿Could they afford to bet what they had lost. Judging by the look on their faces I would say no. So what is it bloggers that makes people enter into this temporary madness. Are we all gamblers in life or not? I like to think im not. Im not a risk taker and although i like the races i hate to lose money. Would i bet all I had on a horse > NO .
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People do though dont they. What is it that makes them think they can beat the odds? What is it that makes some take incredible risks? I dont know.... do you?
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all of life is a gamble Queenie dont you think? and we either sink or swim by the choices we make. The real difference here is that with gambling its just pure chance and in life you get the opportunity to beat the odds depending on what you are prepared to put it to it
all of life is a gamble Queenie dont you think? and we either sink or swim by the choices we make. The real difference here is that with gambling its just pure chance and in life you get the opportunity to beat the odds depending on what you are prepared to put it to it
wahahahah Boo Russian Royalty we wouldnt be talking about our friend the Duke of Puke who isnt a Prince would we now. By and large ive found Russians to be disappointing havent you??
wahahahah Boo Russian Royalty we wouldnt be talking about our friend the Duke of Puke who isnt a Prince would we now.
By and large ive found Russians to be disappointing havent you??
See Tink between Queenie and i you have a couple of High Rollers, feel a bit giddy at the bottom of the hill tho !!! Ive only been to Pearson falls, and as ive actually been part of the Coon dog day parade the laqst two yrs gave it a miss, Our float won first prize in the biz section two yrs ago LOL Went to Rogers Pk on Fri, night, great country music, really worth a trip down the mountain for We had 3 sites last Blockhouse, and bet between ourselves, plus more wine and food than one can consume. I think Tink would be at home here in the Carolinas, her hats would turn heads , thats for sure
See Tink between Queenie and i you have a couple of High Rollers, feel a bit giddy at the bottom of the hill tho !!!
Ive only been to Pearson falls, and as ive actually been part of the Coon dog day parade the laqst two yrs gave it a miss, Our float won first prize in the biz section two yrs ago LOL
Went to Rogers Pk on Fri, night, great country music, really worth a trip down the mountain for
We had 3 sites last Blockhouse, and bet between ourselves, plus more wine and food than one can consume.
I think Tink would be at home here in the Carolinas, her hats would turn heads , thats for sure
Hello Tinker, As alwasys, your Ascot look is great. I would love to have some of your hats....
I have gambled a little bit. As LoneRanger says, we do have the Block House Races here. It is the social event of the season. I go with a large group of my clients. We take up three spaces and put up our own food and beverage tents. (each space is reserved and payed for in advance.) What a party that is!. We have our own betting pool and bet on all the races. I think I might have made $20 this year, and donated it to the Humane Society. I am not sure if I even saw the horses run this year. Or cared, as I was doing a little bit of wine tasting. LOL
I have also been known to be pretty lucky on the blackjack tables. But have only really done that at charity events. I would say that I am not a real gambler...but, at times find it to be fun.
Most of my gambling seems to be in the choices I make in my life.
So, Rob. Are you are the Saluda Coon Day Today? I have heard about it, but have not taken the time to check it out yet. There is so much to do in this area that I have not taken the time to do. Have you been to the waterfalls at Dupoint Park yet?
Hello Tinker, As alwasys, your Ascot look is great. I would love to have some of your hats....
I have gambled a little bit. As LoneRanger says, we do have the Block House Races here. It is the social event of the season. I go with a large group of my clients. We take up three spaces and put up our own food and beverage tents. (each space is reserved and payed for in advance.) What a party that is!. We have our own betting pool and bet on all the races. I think I might have made $20 this year, and donated it to the Humane Society. I am not sure if I even saw the horses run this year. Or cared, as I was doing a little bit of wine tasting. LOL
I have also been known to be pretty lucky on the blackjack tables. But have only really done that at charity events.
I would say that I am not a real gambler...but, at times find it to be fun.
Most of my gambling seems to be in the choices I make in my life.
So, Rob. Are you are the Saluda Coon Day Today? I have heard about it, but have not taken the time to check it out yet. There is so much to do in this area that I have not taken the time to do. Have you been to the waterfalls at Dupoint Park yet?
I think its ok to gamble a little every now and then on things like the Ascot, Grand National etc. It?s all a bit of fun. However, to win is just a chance. No stat can guarantee anything.
The only thing I gamble on is the Grand National. I remember one year I had not placed money down but I chose "Smarty" for his name of course. I remember it had been very muddy that year and the only horses left running at the end were - smarty and somebody else. Although smarty just missed the win. Great to watch. Prob even more so if you are actually there to soak up the atmosphere.
sarah :-)
Gorgeous outfit Tink!
I think its ok to gamble a little every now and then on things like the Ascot, Grand National etc. It?s all a bit of fun. However, to win is just a chance. No stat can guarantee anything.
The only thing I gamble on is the Grand National. I remember one year I had not placed money down but I chose "Smarty" for his name of course. I remember it had been very muddy that year and the only horses left running at the end were - smarty and somebody else. Although smarty just missed the win. Great to watch. Prob even more so if you are actually there to soak up the atmosphere.
Of course Tink, have you ever visited the Carolinas ? This area really is Gods Country ask Queenie, shes just up the road on top of a mountain, So if your ever this way just YELL
Of course Tink, have you ever visited the Carolinas ?
This area really is Gods Country ask Queenie, shes just up the road on top of a mountain, So if your ever this way just YELL
Tink, back in April i didnt know you were into horses, just thought you were into Cowboys. Theres always next yr of course .theres Coon Dog day next w/e up the road in Saluda. I was invited by some biz freinds to be on their float 2 yrs back and we won first prize in the biz section, not bad for a Brit abroad. We get upto all kinda stuff up here, but if you come you need top bring your own Mason jar LOL
Tink, back in April i didnt know you were into horses, just thought you were into Cowboys. Theres always next yr of course .theres Coon Dog day next w/e up the road in Saluda. I was invited by some biz freinds to be on their float 2 yrs back and we won first prize in the biz section, not bad for a Brit abroad.
We get upto all kinda stuff up here, but if you come you need top bring your own Mason jar LOL
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