The
favourite doesn’t always win, which is why people bother, supposedly. November
again. Silly money goes on nice sounds: Amelie’s Star, Rekindling. Who’d call a
horse US Army Ranger? And why? We browse for real horse names (Gallante, Big
Duke) but it’s nigh useless, confronted with Bondi Beach and Max Dynamite. The
loaded horse? Good breeding leads to weird compounds: Almandin, Marmelo. A
horse named Johannes Vermeer, okay, but Thomas Hobson? In the sweep we settle
for Humidor, ready ourselves to yell at the TV: Cismontane!!! We’d flutter on Who Shot the Barman, only
it’s Who Scratched the Barman, inexplicably.
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