Alas it was only a dream. But for a nanu second Peter V’landys, The Man Of The Pop Up Races, was in his favourite nightgown, cradling his pet alligator in his arms and singing that old hit for Babs Streisand about people needing people.
Pete, always full of ideas, then had another of his Eureka moments. This one was different. It wasn’t about slots and sloths and naughty pop-ups. It was about scheduling a horse race for...charity.
As he waltzed around his room to the strains of “I Could Have Danced All Night,” Pete, now full of love, made a Zoom call to his closest friends.
He pleaded them to join him in this very different Big Dance- an entire race meeting for charity- and seen by a global audience of millions!
He called Sharkie who wanted to discuss some game plan, but was politely told that they were all a loada pompous bollocks! I know, I know. That betting “game plan”...
He called John John! He made nice with his great ally E.B in Hong Kong! He called his friends in the South, but no one was home!
And then I woke up.
Why COULDN’T someone in a racing club somewhere actually make this happen?
Why not have horse racing- and working with their respective government- give back something to society, especially during these days when so many businesses have gone bust and families are struggling to make ends meet?
Why must that lumpy gravy train always be going in the same direction?
Why this tedious game of Them and Us and a new version of Money Money Money and how it’s a rich man’s world?
A world divided and working to game plans that might have been bought decades ago for a privileged few have come to the end of the line.
Before that choo choo train is derailed forever, it needs to change tact and not keep heading to Mugsville.
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