Our perpetual a-salt on the bookies, dear reader, has seen us pepper the podium over the last few days, but we’ve not been able to find a winner tabasco’ver.
We’ve had a few that came late but couldn’t ketchup; a few that caught a tartare; and a few that were too keen (keen as mustard, you might say).
All of which has left us thoroughly brown’ed off. Why, we couldn’t piccalilli let alone a winner.
More second’s today, at 12/1 twice no less. But if you bet win only, that encona pay the bills!
Mercifully, the Hypnotic Vibe rode to the rescue today at a tasty 8/1 and, whilst not entirely mint’ed, I am definitely feeling more HP.
I appreciate you mayo may not have enjoyed this short post, but please accept it with my condiments!
Matt
p.s. The one I couldn’t shoehorn in, for love nor money, was…. HORSEradish!