Juliette's Weekly Frolic
I had been toying with a flit to Fairyhouse for the Irish Sweeps Hurdle, but not been sufficiently confident of laying off the cost of the £25 air fare when I get there, chaperoning Mum on a Boxing Day jaunt to Kempton seems a safer bet. Over in Eire, the moral of the home side must be at a low ebb with Lockyersleigh the hottest Irish thing at 14 to 1, while our own Boxer and Coral Diver appear to have little hope of avenging their Cheltenham eclipse by Canasta Lad. One of my more reliable sources rates the latter God's gift to hurdling, but 3 to 1 is not a price for the '
Sweeps' and I shall side with Phaestus.
A remarkable quantity of anglo-Irish cross traffic is in progress this holiday — we provide them with the hurdling stars and get a fair swap in L'Escargot and Glencaraig Lady for Kempton's King George VI Chase, which in this heyday of sponsorship must surely be the only NH race left to offer £5,000 with no strings attached. Titus Oates, The Dikler and Crisp will be out to foil the challenge of this handsome couple and there's a noisy whisper for that recalcitrant Scot, Even Keel. However, the Irish mare trounced him at virtual level weights in the 1970 SGB,
Assets: £93 Outlay: £3 to win Glencaraig Lady, £2 ew Phaestus. them together and sprinkle with some grated hard cheese, let this just melt, while you beat up an egg (one for each person) with salt and pepper. Pour the egg over the potato, scrape the fluid part of it on top, put on the lid of the pan, turn out the heat and let the egg just set. I drink something red with this, but dry white or beer would be perfectly acceptable. You'll feel benevolent enough to face people the next day.
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