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Blood money

I won £10 in a sweepstake at my work for the Grand National - I picked Hedgehunter (which came second, for those of you who didn't watch). However I have decided that this is the last time I have anything to do with the Grand National. I've yet to decide what I will do with my blood money, perhaps I'll give it to a Rest Home for Horses.

I was never interested in the Grand National, in the slightest, until 2 or 3 years ago when the Fiance (who has a lot to answer for, by the way) asked me to pick a horse for him to bet on. I picked Hedgehunter cause I liked the name, and it went on to win, so every year since he has pestered me to pick a winner for him, despite my misgivings about the whole thing.

I watched it this year (because I couldn't motivate myself to get my arse off the seat to leave the room) and it was horrendous. I got twitchy every time the horses approached the fences, with their wee legs flailing, and their eyes popping in their efforts to jump the unnecessarily-high fence. And then hearing afterwards about all the poor injured horses having to be put down.

I don't care about the jockeys getting hurt, they get paid to do it. What do the horses get though eh?! Some oats if they're lucky, a broken leg or two and a syringe full of lethal drugs...
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*Logan Pearsall Smith



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