Visited Brighton racecourse yesterday as part of my birthday celebrations and as we were making our way to the entrance this well dressed chap approached my wife and myself and asked if were going to the races.
I told him we were and he asked me to wait and disappeared into the trainers/owners entrance.5 minutes later he came out with two tickets, plus racecards, which allowed us to all parts of the racetrack.On top of that he produced two vouchers that admitted us to the owners/trainers lounge with complimentary tea and sandwiches.
We were both extremely grateful and i offered to pay for the tickets but he refused and said he enjoyed doing a good turn.My wife pointed out it was my birthday and he said in that case have a bet on the John Jenkins horse in the 4/05 race.It won at 5/1 ( i took the 7's).
This mystery man appeared with connections in the winners enclosure and i called him over to thank him.I asked him who he was but he just smiled and said "i would rather not say".It wasn't John Jenkins,that i do know, but what a thoroughly decent bloke.He really made my day extra special.
The horse is now down as owned by a relation of the trainer -
either daughter, unmarried sister, or aunt.
Spare Owners and Trainer tickets entirely makes sense here - given the ownership being within the Trainer's family.
Until a year ago - it was trained in Ireland - having originally been a Godolphin trained horse in England.
It was bought by Condon, and went to Ireland - but did not go through the Sales Ring when returning to England to Jenkins.
As a long-shot - Perhaps the man could have been the former owner, James Mescall - or, even, somebody from the bloodstock world with a connection to former,former, owners Godolphin.
The horse is now down as owned by a relation of the trainer -either daughter, unmarried sister, or aunt.Spare Owners and Trainer tickets entirely makes sense here - given the ownership being within the Trainer's family.Until a year ago - it was train
A similar thing happened to me in the gentlemans toilets at Kings Cross Station, when I was around 14, by a man who looked over the top of the cubicle I was in.
A similar thing happened to me in the gentlemans toilets at Kings Cross Station, when I was around 14, by a man who looked over the top of the cubicle I was in.
Hardly trying to spoil anyones thread Onlooker. This actually happened to me, and also involved the offer of tickets, but if you are going to be ar$ey, I wont finish the story.
Hardly trying to spoil anyones thread Onlooker. This actually happened to me, and also involved the offer of tickets, but if you are going to be ar$ey, I wont finish the story.
Why do you all want to know who the gentleman was? You don't NEED to know and the chap said that he would rather not say. Respect his wishes you nosey buggers! He didn't want you to know, so leave it at that.
Why do you all want to know who the gentleman was? You don't NEED to know and the chap said that he would rather not say. Respect his wishes you nosey buggers! He didn't want you to know, so leave it at that.