Monday, September 25, 2006
Gone To The Dogs
For a different kind of works outing the other night, we decided to go to the dogs, so a small group of us made our way to Belle Vue Stadium.
I do enjoy the odd bet but I know as much about dog racing as I do about horse racing, as in not a lot. With horses, I usually end up with the lame donkey (although I was lucky with the Grand National this year); with the dogs, my chosen hound was inevitably the flea bitten mutt at the back!
Ok, so a dog that has won its last 5 races is quite likely to come first in its next race but it's never that simple, is it? Or is it?
Anyway, we had a good night, although only one of us turned in a 'profit' - her strategy was choosing dogs with nice names...that blows form and stats out of the window! The true winner of the night was the hare - it never got caught but neither did it bother to do a lap of honour...
Had fun watching the assortment of people at the place - attendants varied from straight from work types (us, although there were some who were in very smart business-wear - unlike us), dodgy mac/sheepskin coat and flat cap types, Burberry and tracksuit-clad teenagers and ageing dolly birds who looked like they were in an over-50s night club.
Our next outing is likely to involve Bingo, another great British past-time.
I've been told it's fun so why not, eh?