Good evening from the Major who writes weary from a breezy Worcestershire where torrents of unrestrained and ungovernable precipitation from the heavens pool in still cold accumulations until the high winds and dry air, vanquish them, leaving a desolate earth and an unsettled Major.
I could never hope to describe what ails me. Restless mind, palpitating heart; I think my state is the natural product of many years of debauchery. I know nice people, lots of them. The sorts whose essence is virtuous, an integrity they were born with. I think I spot these traits so well in others because I know myself to be neither nice or normal.
As I lie in the dark hours, doubts aggregating, skin tingling, mind racing, heart speeding; I can fathom not the cause. Many thoughts trouble me, some rooted in reality, many fantasies. Fixating on each new thought as the greatest trouble, I know, at last, that the fear and anxiety is wasted, yet in the moment, it is indiscernible.
Feel no sorrow for me, I am sure I deserve some burdens to bear, I know plenty of those nice and normal people undeservedly encumbered.
I like where I live. I am a few miles into country from Pershore and there is plenty of interest. I am close to a huge dish pointing at the skies – part of the Jodrell Bank array. Pershore and Upton are ancient towns steeped in history, particularly the former with an abbey of the finest order dating back over a millennia. The civil war was active in these parts, most notably Tewkesbury but we saw some local action, indeed, the matter was settled in Worcester and we reap the benefits today, such as those enshrined to the people to freely vote UKIP, god help us.
King Charles was on the retreat in 1644 from Oxford, his rearguard harassed and skirmishing, the enemy with the taste of blood, mercilessly raking forays against the isolated; the Royalists sought safe camp to regroup. Crossing the Avon at Pershore, Charles saw the opportunity and ordered the destruction of the bridge. The job was botched and with the enemy closing, the close warm work saw the deaths of 40 men, mostly drowned under the cool oaks in the dark brown still waters of the summer Avon. The same that I gaze upon.
The retreat continued and in finality, the first stage of the war ended with small pockets or Royalists holed up in North Wales and Cornwall.
Charles himself may have exuded poor judgement at Pershore Bridge, but you might conclude, that time served him for his deeds, well enough. He was executed after the second phase of the war, beheaded.
I have no idea of what I live in fear of. The irrationality beguiles me, paddle folks, keep your head above the waterline and seize the moments of ecstasy as they present. Courage, roll the dice.
To the sports, Saturday racing….. Haydock is a challenge, am I meant to work on the forecast firm ground or interpret the weather? I am playing good to soft.
At 7/1 the field, I can see a lot of our dreams being made extinct in leg one. Alas. For a free share of this stake, make a comment, or retweet the blog before the first race starts and on good faith, I shall cut you in. I long for the mothership and perhaps, just maybe.
2.05 – Bear Behind – In highly competent new hands and watch out!
2.50 – Henry The Aviator – Will kill some tickets! May yet have more to come.
2.55 – Penny Drops – The penny has dropped
3.10 – Perfect Blessings – Pray for rain
3.25 – Khelman – At least is in form, a vulnerable pick
3.45 – What About Carlo – Going to revel in the rain, improving
Now to the real picks, the ones I choose, rather than the contests thrust upon me.
Ah, the pressure is greater.
The Temple feels like a solvable race this year. I am banking on good to soft, which is a subjective view based on the forecast. Such a thought brings Pearl Secret and Jack Dexter right into it. That precipitation will also end the chances of Sole Power who is a proven top class athlete in these muscle sprint events.
There is a worry that Jack Dexter has done his racing and so I side with progressive soft ground loving Hot Streak – 5/2.
The 2,000 Guineas (Irish)
Kingman is all the rage and there is every reason to be a fan. In the English version, I felt he was lonely and unlucky in the dying stages and his lofty reputation equals odds-on. Yet I feel, there is value afoot….
and the pick for the Major is War Command – The Coventry, not always the greatest guide but this one remains in my mind. My selection had such an incredible turn of foot, yet flopped in the Guineas. Put off? No, why? Well, I am reminded of that juvenile performance and I would put Roderic O Connor forwards as a Ballydoyle Epsom to Curragh improver, in which template, War Command might follow.
With rain, I trust Totalize to give us a run at 6/1. Over timber, performances have been perfectly fine overall and I think this might turn into a gamble…. I get Ellison wrong a lot, just a warning.
The Championship final can often go to the disciplined over the moral winner, yet I still feel compelled to back the youth of Derby over the well-drilled QPR. Just on principle, never a good betting calculation factor. I also will be backing more goals that anticipated in the Champions League final. I know how well Atletico press, high up the pitch, I know how that will kill creativity, I know that no team will want to lose…… yet +3.5 goals is a siren call to me, 3/1.
The Martin Hill bet is a Hot Streak, Totalize and War Command trixie.
I trust your dinner is taken while you are in good spirit. The lady on your arm presses gently against you, the mild skin contact racing the pulse and the softened warmness maddening your senses. Order well, shellfish, in spite of the bible.
Courage, roll the dice.