Bank balance proves only fools back horses

WHOOOHOO Yeaaahey. It’s a roar as grating to me as nails on a blackboard or aeroboard scraped along a wall.

It is the official sound of the jubilant punter, giddy with ongoing success, as his filly flies first past the post and his winnings fly off the Richter scale.

Day three of the Galway Races and this noisy assault on my ears shows no signs of abating. It torments me as I stroll the course, wallowing in spectacular failure.