Tonight
was one of satisfaction - envisaged because our Race Night was to come of age
in its 21st annual event, but unenvisaged on account of the presence of one of
my competitors - erstwhile Judge Bruce Junior - but without his Tonsley Colours!
My delight was all the more intense when his indiscreet wife revealed that he
had contemplated bringing the aforementioned headwear, only to make an error of
judgement in taking the decision to leave it at home - clear reason if ever it
was needed for his relegation to the status "erstwhile Judge Bruce Junior"!
Under your particularly sensible rules this left the field clear for me to take
the Trophy on the night which was to include the weirdest of all sporting events!
Hence the grump futtock expression recorded below. Other
satisfaction and pleasure was to be had when he took the bribe of a reward (the
nature of which, to spare his blushes, I will refrain from disclosing) to accompany
me, for him in an unknown direction, but for the purpose of undertaking some important
photography. Thus it was that I led him at 9pm to tag along at the back of a queue
of 24 two-legged runners in the highly unusual and weirdest of races which was
then about to take place on the Wimbledon Greyhound Stadium track. After
the difficulties that had been caused by one of your honourable judges not long
after his appointment to that noble position, by his over exciting the greyhounds,
when he ran in the first Greyhound Human Race as leader of the 2004 Santa Cruisers
(forerunners of the team pictured here in 2005), to avoid similar disruption it
was necessary for this year's greyhound impersonators to be led onto the track
without any danger of being seen by any of the four-legged variety and closely
bunched around the 6 foot 6 hare that was making a guest appearance for this special
night, when he was more usually to be found in an Olympic Eight. So
it was that six teams of 4 idiosyncratically named human greyhounds emerged onto
the track closely followed by two Yelsnot competitors, but alas only one being
properly attired! Was it sabotage
brought on by sheer irritability, at his misguided decision to leave his Colours
at home, that caused former Judge Bruce Junior to press the button that turned
the digital camera off, rather than take a photograph, that left me without a
photograph of the runners and hare in transit, or was the cause the shame that
had beset him that his own flesh and blood resident two-legged barely human greyhound
failed to bring the baton in first? Excitement
reached fever pitch throughout the stadium as the Olympic human hare gathered
pace and an assortment of barely human whippets gave chase. £1,500 had been
staked on the outcome of this weirdest moment. In
a little over a minute and a half it was all over; the hare lived up to its Olympian
tradition, closely followed by "Pie & Chips Twice" who can be seen
here on the podium, otherwise strictly reserved for the real greyhound fraternity,
having received their trophies from your competitor, to add to the weirdness of
the occasion proudly sporting his Tonsley Colours. When
this year's judges return to their more accustomed and befitting positions as
competitors next year they, being four in number, would be ideally suited to challenge
the field in their full Tonsley Colours to take the 2006 trophy as the "Tonsley
Turbos"! See you there on 24th November 2006. |