I actually found this yesterday, but was too tired to post it. But so hilarious is it that I’m comfortable boxing myself in this early in the day.
The Times - Kentucky shows off its racy side to the royals
It isn’t difficult to tell the difference between Royal Ascot and the Kentucky Derby, although behaviour in the Silver Ring at the former these days is beginning to blur the distinction.
At one they play the National Anthem, at the other the entire crowd belts out My Old Kentucky Home, ending with a sky-rending cheer. One has grass, the other dirt. One has a dress code of sorts, the other is a sartorial free-for-all. At the Berkshire meet they drink overpriced champagne; at Louisville the rank profiteering is by the itinerant vendors, trays around their necks like old-style cinema usherettes, doing big business in mint juleps at $9 (£4.50) a shot.
In the warmth of an English June you are unlikely to encounter a middle-aged man in pale blue seersucker saying to his red-trouser-suited wife: “You wanna snack, honey, you just go right ahead and holler.” To which honey’s instant response is a painful dilemma between a six-inch gourmet pretzel and a flame-grilled burger the size of a small cartwheel.
That was the really funny part, though the rest is pretty good too.
But the defining characteristic of Churchill Downs Race-course in Louisville is that it has no royal enclosure and certainly no royal box. When the Queen fulfilled the ambition of a lifetime on Saturday to watch the 133rd Kentucky Derby, the best known race in America, she found herself sharing her patch of balcony , known as Millionaire Row, with Ivana Trump, the President of Latvia and a well-dressed but unknown woman who had to be restrained by detectives from taking close-up pictures of the visiting monarch. …
When the royal party first appeared on the balcony Mrs Farish [horse breeder, royal weekend host, and wife of former US ambassador to London] offered binoculars but the Queen declined. This may have been just as well, as she might then have seen the infield. This is the area in the centre of the oval track that hosts an annual bacchanalia of drink, drugs and other riotous behaviour, but from where it is all but impossible to see the race because of the thick forest of beer and hot-dog marquees.
The Times ventured in before the big race, struggling to make progress through an obstacle course of beer bellies. “This ain’t about racing over here,” one man, wearing more tattoos than clothes, said. “This is about drinking beer.” It was said with great affability, even courtesy. It is another difference between Kentucky and Ascot; no one, not even the course stewards and the policemen, are anything but polite and helpful. Even the drunks don’t, on the whole, cause offence.
Meanwhile, it’s a slow news day. I’m mostly just waiting for the White House to put up their pictures of the Queen’s reception.
Date: May 7th, 2007 ·
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May 30th, 2007 at 3:49 pm
Hahahahaha!
Ever notice there are no Albegemenians in Star Trek?
May 30th, 2007 at 10:13 pm
I’ve never actually watched a full episode of that show. I credit that for my sensible nature and firm grounding in reality.
May 31st, 2007 at 10:35 pm
Har! Har! I’ve watched many, it was the first show I saw in semi-colour. I had little choice in the matter.
Substitute Arab for Albegementians and you have a very olde joke, do you know it?
May 31st, 2007 at 10:59 pm
Uh… no?
ninme takes a step back
June 1st, 2007 at 5:37 am
Try this: http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-chat/1710371/posts