March 17th 2022 Today I’m feeling very protective of my town. Cheltenham Races are on this week, and so my town is full all of all the wrong sort of people. You know they ones. Yeah those ones. Men in chinos and blazers and flat caps carrying crates of Foster’s under their arms at 11:30 on a Thursday. I walked into town at lunch to soak up a bit of the atmosphere, but it mostly just annoyed me. They were just pissing in bushes and leaving their cans behind. It’s my first proper race week since I’ve been in Cheltenham, … Continue reading Races