Peckhamgatecrasher

I hate them already.

I love Swindon. How many games are left - I might need to go for false nails.

On seeing the replay, I think Snowy Morning could have been placed if his line in and out of the jumps was better. Good race overall though - thoroughly enjoyed it.

And David, bloody bookies on Bellenden Road has closed down - I had to walk all the way to Lordship Lane!

Crikey, I must be getting old. I remember Jonjo when he was a mere stripling. Edited for poor use of vowels.

Frankly I don't want my daughter to aspire to being a fat beautician.

Well, I call that excessive use of the whip. He had it in the bag at the last, no need to keep on beating. Next time I'll listen to the goldfish on Danny Baker's show and go e/w.

Stupid, bloody horse.

And the jockey's wearing yellow. Everyone knows only The Queen can get away with that.

Just got my first glimpse of Eric's Charm. Looks a bit too elegant for such a brutal race.

I say - it's all terribly modern in betting shops these days. It was like filling in a multiple-choice maths o'level paper. And one doesn't have to pay tax anymore.

Have he and Boris ever been seen in the same room together?

My dippy daughter lost her keys yesterday. She was at Peckham Rye Common and Park at lunchtime/early afternoon then on bus to Oval. SOME kind person handed them into the cafe - thank you.

If the horse can be bred from, a broken leg is not necessarily a problem. If, however, it is a gelding, the brutal truth is that it's cheaper to destroy the horse than spend a lot of money on a horse that will not do anything more until the day it dies naturally. Not sure about the morality of that decision. Perhaps a tax on each bet could be siphoned off to care for such horses but racing is a business and most business men are not that sentimental.

It is the depressing side of racing. This organisation gruesomely named Race Horse Death Watch, keeps a tally of all fatalities. Death Watch

No! (sorry - that was irresistible)

Is there life in Peckham?

Lydon issued a statement saying that, "For me Malc was always entertaining, and I hope you remember that. Above all else he was an entertainer and I will miss him, and so should you."

Too long to quote, but this is brilliant: Paradise by the dashboard light

Oh, I watched that too. Such sublime dialogue: "You're a big man, but you're in bad shape. With me it's a full-time job. Now behave yourself."

cmck83, it might be a good idea to get hold of a copy of The Highway Code and familiarise yourself with it. This is mandatory for car drivers, not so cyclists but should prove useful. WHSmiths stock them.

Oh well done. It's that or something very similar. Quite repulsive and creepy plants.

C'est la vie, civilservant: Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Tho' Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shriek'd against his creed

Minkey, it's the 'modern' bench in light wood. Don't think they're ferns or narcissi.

Just finished reading a book by Mark Baker about US veterans in Vietnam. Quite ghastly in some places and obviously a few pyschopaths in the army. But this extract shows how ordinary men can descend into animals. Finally, dawn came. The battle broke off. There were literally hundreds and hundreds of Vietnamese fleeing the area, any way they could. Panic. ... I don't know if they ran out of ammunition or what, but we were taking very little fire at that point and we were just killing everybody. It turned into a turkey shoot. They were defenceless. There were three or four light fire teams working the area. Hundreds of people were being mowed down. ... I was in there with the best of them. Blowing people off the boats, out of the paddies, down from the trees. Blood lust. I can't think of a better way to describe it. Caught up in the moment. ... It was a slaughter. No better than lining people up on the edge of a ditch and shooting them in the back of the head. I was doing it enthusiastically. You begin at that point to understand how genocide takes pace. I consider myself a decent man, but I did mow those people down from my helicopter. A lot of people we were killing in the morning were the same people who were trying to kill us the night before. I tried to compensate in my head that most of the people we were wasting were the enemy. But I could appreciate in a black way that you can take anybody given the right circumstances and turn him into a wholesale killer. That's what I was. I did it. Bizarre. That's what it was. It was very bizarre.