Post-Races post

If you want to see a whole load of Sharons and Garys, you know where to head. This year was an eyesore - flimsy Chinese silk emerald green dresses with black lace trimmings, and men with the usual pinstripe suits and bowler hats - didn't I say so? Bowtie.. yes...I saw a plain black one - thank goodness it wasn't multicoloured, or else I would have thrown a fit.

I don't even need to ellaborate on the costume details. A multitude of evening dresses for a garden party-style event just said it all. The local press stand took up about half the area, girls and boys lining up (for their photos to be taken) until the sun went down. Beer-lovers filled the greens as if it were a local pub in the local village. They danced all night to the tunes of the Northern DJ who surely paid a handsome fee to have a spot at the event, just to raise his profile back home with the local townies. I can't imagine anyone understood what he was saying anyway, but the odd lager or two would serve to alleviate the torture he was inflicting on the general public.

Lisptick and mascara filled the ladies' portacabins, the mirrors being more popular than the loos themselves. As the night continued, queues went on for miles, and conversations became even more dilute. No wonder cameramen were camped outside the portacabins.

Quote of the night at the B Lounge: Boyfriend says to girlfriend, as they walk past bouncers: "Let's get just one drink in 'ere and we'll pop out to get anotha' "

(Whoops, drunk driver just crashed outside my house into a palm tree!! Must have been Sharon & Gary! - I got my camera out and they sped off...hmm!)

Well, it was an interesting night, and moreso, an interesting sight.