Friday Night at the Races, originally uploaded by wxlimwx.

Friday night, playtime. First time at the races, attracted by the bright lights and glitter of another world, where middle aged men gather clutching precious slips of hope and scream themselves hoarse; tourists in a place of cigarettes swirls and thundering hooves, ecstatic winners and dejected losers clutching cans of stout. Two races later, we were 10 dollars poorer but richer in experience to know that while our hearts were aflutter for the brief 2 minute spells it took for the racehorses to go round the circuit, this is not a hobby that we should pick up.