In which: the damn races

I live near York racecourse. Practically everyone I know who lives on these streets hates the races. It’s full of leery, shouty men in awful suits and absolutely smashed women carrying their heels with their fascinators askew. These PCOs have had to patrol my quiet street because of the stream of drunken sods lurching around. All day I’ve heard nothing but sirens Thank you to the police who have to spend hours in the blazing heat because of these absolute numpties.