It was with that in mind that a friend commented my blog was remarkably like Jac's, with far less quality pictures and worse writing. It had become a travelogue, and when it wasn't, it talked about all things clean and shiny - even my article on Pussies had cute pictures of my cuddly cats.
Well, I do admit that the past few years have seen my lifestyle change a fair bit, with the result that I do, some say, far too many prim and proper things, far too often. So, if you would accept my apologies for the overly long preamble, let's look at some vice now - or a 'viceful' activity (is there such a word?)
Nowadays, few people apart from my closest friends know that I once had a passion for, and still enjoy greatly, horse racing, the Sports of Kings. Far fewer would know that I once owned a share in a race horse and would, together with my friends, punt large amounts of money from the Owners Box at the Kranji Turf Club.
(As an aside, while I said in a previous post that my pussy cats were veritable chick magnets, nothing compared to owning a horse. Eg. "Hi Irene, would you like to adjourn for drinks and watch the races from the VIP section of the Club? I'll show you my horse too...)
The saying that "fast women and slow horses" are a lethal combination does have some truth in it. At least the "slow horses" part was correct. Because I never managed to attract any women, never mind the velocity, it was only my luck that I rode unsuccessfully and although there were no ruinous consequences, the halcyon days of lapping it up at the Turf Club are over.
But when the good people at Punters Way, one of the leading weekly racing publications, invited me to take up a package at the Casuarina Room, I jumped to it. To relive the memory of exclusive betting booths, ample buffets and free frow of drinks was too much to resist.
The Casuarina Room is actually a room at the top levels of the Turf Club overlooking the finishing line which can be booked for private functions, as it was on this occasion by Punters Way.
Here, one can either watch the races by peering out at the track from one's table or from the viewing gallery....
Or by watching close-ups on one of the many TV screens in the room.
This is the view we get from the viewing gallery....
This, the fine brew of which there was a free flow...
These, the freebies those great people at Punter's Way gave us...
Not that it mattered to me. I was too busy trying to make money.
And don't think I didn't...
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