I’ve never been to horse racing. I’ve seen greyhounds tearing round a track after a fake hare, but never super stallions.
It was a multi-sensory experience, the wind of the pack, the smell of their sweat, the thunder of hooves and the sight of their beautiful muscular bodies.
Both my bets lost – it turns out that gambling on the one tipped to win is not a good idea. But we enjoyed a bottle of prosecco and strawberries – a bottle the same price as three glasses, so it seemed the best value decision!
After we watched Jess Glynn. She had powerful soaring vocals. It was for my birthday and it was nearly ruined by terrible security decisions. I went to the toilet before the start of it and the queue was so slow that by the time I got back, Jonny’s area had been cordoned off and the heartless guard wouldn’t let me pass.
Everyone was trying to get in. The staff had made the main area near the stage look like somewhere exclusive, so of course crowd psychology dictated that everyone wanted to get in. I almost got crushed against the barrier and it was difficult to get out. I remembered Hillsborough – football fans getting crushed to death. I saw how easily that could happen, just from one stupid decision, to pen in an uncontrolled crowd. Eventually security realised that they were creating a seriously dangerous situation and created a gap in the barriers. But I spent my favourite song by myself. I was furious.
The train home was awful, packed in a carriage standing up, which went by every stop. But I’d had such an amazing time, once I’d been reunited with my love.