As I previously mentioned, I am venturing into the wilderness of Devon in the wee small hours of the morning. Therefore, this will be my last post for many moons, or sooner if I find somewhere civilised with an Internet. Until then I'm afraid Alex will have to satiate your hunger for wit, wisdom and whatever else it is you partake of our blog for. I hope you can all cope with out me, in fact I'm sure you'll prefer it with out me. We all know you come here for Alex, I'm just writing to fill in the gaps between his blogs.
Moving swiftly on before I spiral into depression and end it all, I have just placed a bet on a horse. I personally didn't place it, my big sister did because she's old and allowed to gamble legally. The horse I chose was for the up coming grand national on Saturday, and is the 16-1 rated Quinz. I have a good feeling about him and his jockey's blue shirt with a White star. It's a good look, thus he must win. Everybody knows that's the most important part of horse racing, not the conditions, not the age or weight of the horse, and certainly not the rider. Outfitting is all important in matters of equestrianism. That's a FACT. No doubt about it. Its irrefutably and undeniably true. Now that amount of certainty my seem a little odd from me, but it's a topic I have strong feelings about, and I'm sorry, that's just how I feel.
To be continued, but when? Nobody knows...
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