THEY'RE JUST LIKE HORSES ONLY SMALLER

Anh had booked us a table at Wimbledon Stadium for a) some greyhound racing b) night at the dogs or c) to see the dishlickers. I was really looking forward to it as I had heard that they put little monkey jockeys on their backs. Sadly this did not turn out to be true. (If anyone's interested in starting a monkey jockey league please contact me. I think spider monkeys would be the best. They're really small and nimble and are really good with whips)

I'd never been to the dogs before as back home in Australia it's a sport that's normally associated with people who wear tracky dacks and have no teeth (like Plugger Lockett?) but Anh assured me that dog racing was more civilised in London.

I was pretty impressed with the set up. For £25 each you got a three course meal and a table with a tremendous view of the race track. Okay, the food wasn't all that crash hot. Ground beef with vegetables and frittes turned out to be a hamburger and chips but they took bets at your table and I had pretty good time (would of been better with monkeys!).

Everyone has their own method for picking a winner. Mine was to pick a number and stick with it all night. Lucky number 6. Anh and Pri's method involved finding a lucky part of their body to conceal their ticket. We concluded that Pri's left breast was extremely lucky, Anh had no lucky bits and my left nut was not lucky at all despite how many times I rubbed it for luck.

To top the night off there was also a wombles race for charity which invloved 10 people dressed up as wombles in a foot race to the finish. You can't beat a good wombles race can you? Well we were in Wimbledon. http://www.wombles.easyweb-solutions.co.uk/

All that remained of Anh's fifty quid