What is the point of the fucking Lib Dems? Here's their great chance to shake up our tired electoral system, and they're busy fading away quicker than Man City's Champions' League prospects.
Which leaves me fretting over whether they are going to win any of Northampton North, Ealing Central and Acton, and Bournemouth West - the central planks of my "eggs in one basket" election betting strategy that is looking more and more like Baldrick's most cunning plan ("more cunning than a fox with a degree in cunning").
I won't even mention Brentford, Pendle, Plymouth and Sutton, Filton and Bradley Stoke, and Stockport, on which I intended to retire.
So, in search of restitution I look to today's racing. I'm going in large on "Give Your Verdict" in the 1:55 at Chester and dabble on "Total Command", "Thunderous Mood", "Honorable Endeavour", "I'm A Dreamer" and "Refuse to Give Up" , all at Goodwood, before hopefully landing the double with "Power Shared" in the 3:05 at Newton Abbot.
With great sadness, I have to report that there's a horse running at Chester tomorrow called "Dancing David".
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