It’s an annual phenomenon: the scrubberfest at Aintree, exhibiting some of the social and sartorial fashions of modern Merseyside; ironically known as Ladies’ Day. And who should gainsay them, one asks? A brave man indeed. It’s only to be feared that the PC brigade will insist on a Gentlemen’s Day – when no doubt the even less becoming Merseyside Male would take centre stage.
Boadicea's Chariot 
Loud and over-exuberant perhaps, but they’re enjoying themselves.
Oh dear!
Don’t frighten the horses!
“Makes you want to burn every bed in the land” a quote from my dad, I’m sure it was not original to him.
The ‘National winner was a 66-1 outsider. Wish I’d had a punt!
I’ve changed my mind, Janus. Tony McCoy has said that his mount Colbert Station let the occasion get to him and threw him. I had my little bit on that animal, so if those raucous females upset him, then I think they should be banned next year. They did frighten the horses, Araminta.
Btw, thinking of Liverpool, we don’t seem to have heard from OZ recently.
The thought of “Gentlemen’s’ Day” at Aintree brought this image to mind (courtesy of Harry Enfield)
Much as I suspected, Sheona. 😉
Yoo hoo Sheona! I’m back in The Cave.
OZ
Good to hear from you again, OZ.
I bet the photographer couldn’t believe his luck.
There is something endearing about those faces though – I can almost hear the Scouse wails coming from my iPad.
Calm down, calm down! Those are good looking fillies there. It is a well known fact that Liverpool lasses are even more fashion conscious than those in the Great Metrollops (London). The paparazzo was indeed lucky (or cynical, more likely) to snap the girlies just as the horses crossed the finishing line.
OZ