Anyway, talking of Ascot... isn't it usually on about now?
I miss the usual parade of trollops that I'd see at Waterloo station on my way to the office, glugging half bottles of Cava down themselves as they wait for their train, and then seeing them back in the evening, somewhat worse for wear, as I'd make my way home.
Saw one gaggle of tarts last year, I think, cackling so much that one of them fell over on the station concourse, and she was so fat, the others couldn't get her on her feet again, and they all got pulled to the floor too. Knickers, stockings and suspenders all on fulll display. Then again, maybe there was a Dogging Day Out that day, and the Ascot thing was just a cover.
I always thought the dress code was quite conservative, but half of these bints seem to be in clothes too small to begin with, with a fair few of them looking like they were poured into their frocks and they forgot to say 'when'.
