Call that a prize ?

It was the big night in Ludlow last night. The red carpet was laid out at the Assembly Rooms, the crowds gathered, the spotlights shone, Joan Rivers was doing the interviews, yes it was the town Quiz. H, Housemate, the Nice Lady From Next Door and I of course entered to uphold the honour of Middleton. What can I say except "What a damning indicment of the education system in this part of Shropshire" as we romped to victory by two clear points. Housemate, on a rare foray that didn't involve horses immediately got stuck into a bottle of Merlot on arrival which had been kindly bought by the NLFND. The alcohol kicked in at about Round 7 where after shouting "Guillemot" randomly she answered a question on cocktails.

We modestly accepted the prize from the gutted question master who was hoping that a sober team might have won

            4 Bottles of Co-op Cava. Is that the prize ?

The NLFND nearly fainted "Cava, please don't let me touch it" H was also hoping for Cristal 1998. Housemate and I , from less exalted stock, were delighted.

We went to the Globe to celebrate with a pint of bitter, NLFND was going to pick up her son but he was going to the Bull to see DJ. So that's what she does in the evening. I can picture her between the decks plattering some ambient and slamming sounds woofing joyfully in the background as she throws some shapes. Ari was on the door of course "Sorry mate , strict dress code tonight. No flying jackets"

Racing is still dominated by jockeys complaining about being suspended for using the whip too often under the new rules. Look you know the rules guys stick to them and stop whinging