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, and I’m not a fan I don’t think. I did think it was quite cool that this huge National yearly event takes place in my town, but I don’t think it’s worth the people it brings.
I’ve just seen them streaming past my window all day. And they all look the same. And they all think they look classy. They don’t.
Until tomorrow, go home, you’re drunk.