Friday, 27 April 2012

In my seventieth year

Racing’s well enough when you’re young and riding yourself, but now that I was in my seventieth year and disinclined to back anything more mettlesome than an armchair,* I found it quite as interesting as a sermon in Gaelic.

* a docile horse

Flashman and the Tiger, p.222, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.

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