Even nostalgia ain’t what it used to be
The wind howling in off the north and east was enough to skin the hide even of those pitched up alongside the covered stand, shouting the odds, and believe me, there’s no thicker hide in humanity than that of an Irish on-course bookie.
“They should have their licenses taken off them!” is about the only comment on these estimable gentlemen (and occasional lady) that’s printable this morning, when the disgruntled punters saw the prices on offer for quarter winners, overall winner, etc.
