Strains of this

wafted across towards the paddock on the Rowley Mile yesterday. If I am to be found singing along to a song outside one of the food and drink outlets when I am racing it means one of two things. I am not in front; I like the song. And I suppose, it could mean both.

Anyway, count yourselves lucky its not David Guetta (it is Friday night after all).

Hang on, it is Friday night. Well then, David Guetta it is – I am not that ancient, yet. The other will have to wait.

Posted on April 15, 2011, in Horse racing, Music and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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