My hotel The Stafford in St James' was a right old den of gamblers.
From the hotel manager down to the lift boy, even our guests, Lester Piggott, Georgie Muir, Col Ryan Price ect.
I dislike gambling with an intensity, it's a mug's game.
Anyhow the Hotel's sweepstake, I got the funny Irish horse 100/1 outsider..
Never watched the race got back late for my shift as usual, the hotel was in a funny mood, "I had won!
Foinavon 100/1 the rest all fell down, basically the slowest horse in the race won the Grand National.
I paid a month's rent, bought some trippy clothes and spent the rest on drugs..
'Well it was the 60's and I worked in a busy hot, sweaty, pro kitchen...
Ps: Arkle was from the same stable....
Pss: I was also sent down to Aintree as an apprentice to spy for the hotel..
5am start 'sod that, 'ruddy huge things them horses!
"Good old Foinavon, bless him RIP ol pal...
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