Showing posts with label racing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label racing. Show all posts
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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