Folkestone Races
I like to do one trip to the races at Folkestone per year, normally only because work do a social trip there and its a big reduction on the entry fee 
I bet on every race and won nothing, so no real change from last year. It re-affirms my belief that gambling and me do not mix.
Sure, I *could* have bet on the favourites as they won 5 out of 6 races, but where is the fun in that? (Note: Adam’s only win was a 2-1 dead cert, netting him a massive £10 win, tho to see his face after winning probably proved that any win is good.).
Anyway, here are the photos I took, far less than I intended to, but hey ho.
(Click image to view it large).
The food was expectedly vastly over-priced, but the burgers were big.
Awwww, love’s young dream.
It is time and effort studying the form that lead to the 2-1 win. I now regret the lack of attention I paid to the printed form guide.
The Eyebrow infiltrates another shot…
…and is joined my more Eyebrow action. I find too much Eyebrow action disturbing.
Winning tickets! Not mine of course.
I can’t say the Scissor Sisters tribute band was really my bag, but it gave a perfect excuse for jazz hands!
