Realise some of these seasons don't overlap - but using a bit of licence...
Start with an NRL game nice and early, bit of Super Rugby / Southern Hemisphere Test Rugby, get to lunch time with a cricket Test Match ongoing, couple of decent race meetings (York / Doncaster maybe) and a T20 match from about 2.30ish, teatime Super League before the American Football kicks in at 6pm till midnight, with the PGA Tour on in the background.
Wake up at noon being noshed by Kirsty Gallacher, who then brings me a Full English, before piloting my helicopter to Chelters for the Champion Hurdle. Bump into HRH Zara Tindall, who hastily pulls me into a private box for some bum fun whilst Mike is popping an e/w goliath on for her. I drink their champagne all afternoon and get the placepot up (not the Jackpot, I'm sticking with things that could happen). Whilst Mike picks up my winnings Zara slips under the table, but I'm rudely interrupted by a call from Stuart Lancaster who needs me at Twickenham for a re-arranged 6 Nations encounter, turns out George Ford and Owen Farrell clashed heads in the warm up and they need a quality 10 to run the show. Disappointing Zara, I'm relieved to find that Kirsty has kept the chopper running and am at HQ in 90 mins, skipping the warm up, I run out in the 10 shirt and score 4 tries as we humiliate the Sweaties. Because I'm having to play in my brogues that I was wearing at Chelters, I allow Twelvetrees to take the conversions - otherwise it would've been a record score. Fortunately I had played up my placepot winnings on overs and so make a bundle anyway, although Twelvetrees's profligacy could've cost me dearly and I let him know about it in no uncertain terms. I detect a tear or two, but the kid has got to learn. Back at Chez Dessie, Kirtsy brings a nightcap up to my room and asks if Jess Ennis can join us tonight. I've had a busy day, but relent. All heart me.
Wake up at noon being noshed by Kirsty Gallacher, who then brings me a Full English, before piloting my helicopter to Chelters for the Champion Hurdle. Bump into HRH Zara Tindall, who hastily pulls me into a private box for some bum fun whilst Mike i
"and get the placepot up (not the Jackpot, I'm sticking with things that could happen). "
That genuinely made me spit my tea out laughing.
Quality post - vision of a guy playing in his brogues at HQ.
Just realised I'm not going to get many biscuits if Ms McQueen is serving them...
"and get the placepot up (not the Jackpot, I'm sticking with things that could happen). " That genuinely made me spit my tea out laughing.Quality post - vision of a guy playing in his brogues at HQ.Just realised I'm not going to get many biscuits if