Category Archives: Breeders Cup

Ever had one of those days?

You know the type, where the only good point is when you slip into bed and fall asleep? Well, hopefully fall asleep at least lol. Yes, I’m sure you have, all I know is I certainly had one today!

The ‘fun’ started as soon as I left the house this morning, or rather, didnt. I knew it was raining, but ever so slightly I thought until I got outside. Wrong number one! Dash back in, change into a slightly more suitable coat, and again head for the bus stop. Did I get there? Think you’ve guessed the answer, no, I didnt. Almost did, but…where’s my watch? Answer, still on the side in my bedroom waiting for some dumb blonde to put it on! So back home again, this time was the last time though.

Next bit was ironic, Trans Pennine Express delivering a late train, shock horror! Didnt mind really, got on it, got a seat, maybe the rest of the day will be better? Ha ha!

I dont know who thought it was fun to deal me a 9.5 hour shift today, it certainly wasnt me! Even more so after a latish finish last night to boot. So lets see, I got to bed just before midnight, and was up before 6! And got home tonight just after 7.30, just over 12 hours after I left…for the first time!

I dont know if I drew the short straw for calls today at work, or whether everybody was getting imbecilic ones, but I definitely was. Last call was a classic you just dont want to know about, but maybe its just as well you cant murder someone down a phone line lol!

TPE were back to normal by then, train arrived late, left late, but given that it more or less ran to schedule, I couyld still (just about) get the bus with luck. Luck, whats that? Run straight into logjam of people blocking the exit to the station. Force my way out, see the bus at the stop when still nearly 200 yards away, so let out a metaphorical scream of anguish. Something here went wrong. Someone took so long getting on the bus, I got it! Dont ask me how though, I guess something had to go right eventually?

End of the tale of woe, I wish! Normally I bet once a year, on the Grand National. Havent got a clue, pick 3 horses, and donate money to some bookie other than my employer, for rules reasons. But tonight, as I mentioned earlier in the week was the first night of the Breeders Cup. And in the 8.50 was a horse called Stephanie’s Kitten, and we have 2 cats in the house. So alright, I was going to have a very small bet on it, just because of that. But because of that last call, and the delay that caused me, I had a choice, put the bet on, or get the train. Yes, no contest, get the train! And yes, you guessed it, horse won at 8/1!

The video tonight shows my cynical nature, and dry humour, I’m sure you’ll get the joke if you click the button!

The race that stops a nation

This probably wont mean much to many, its your hazard for reading the blog of someone who works in a betting industry call centre lol!

Well, allegedly at least its the race that stops a nation!

Earlier this morning, my time at least, the Melbourne Cup was run in Australia, as is tradition, on the first Tuesday in November. And for the second year in a row, a French horse won the race. This year, an English horse was second. The funny thing is, until a few years ago, runners in this race from Europe was unheard of. I’m not sure if Vintage Crop in 1993 was actually the first, though I have a feeling he was. One thing for certain is that he was the first European winner of the race, but there has been a few since!

Obviously a major reason for this was the travel, its only been in more recent years that horses have been flown on a regular basis, and until then a horse travelling from Europe to Australia for one race wouldnt even been considered.

Nowadays, horses from here fly over to North America to race with barely a blink from anyone. Indeed we have another major international race meeting this weekend, the Breeders Cup, being run at Churchill Downs this year on Friday and Saturday. And all of this is shown live on TV over here. I remember when international racing on TV was the Welsh, Scottish, and Irish Grand Nationals lol! Maybe thats a slight exagerration, but anyway…

So alright, as it was the Melbourne Cup that inspired this piece, lets think Australian for the video. I could select from many fine Aussie artists, but lets face it, for many people, one song sums things up perfectly. So, I think most might guess, even  without looking at the links, that it is,