SF SF SF SF

A day at the races today, with a bit of family history.... but rather than bore you with that I thought I'd share one of my late Father's favourite jokes.

A friend had a race horse with a trainer called Sid Fardell.

Sid phoned the owner to say the horse would be racing on Friday.
"That's a great shame" said the owner, "I will be out of the country on business. Let the horse run, but please call me and let me know how he does."

Sid phoned the owner after the race....
"It was a glorious day, the sun shone and the horse was feeling well, when we got to the race course, the horse was in great form, he walked round the parade ring and cantered down to the start. There was a false start, but that didn't upset him and when they started again he set off in the lead. When they got to the first fence....... beep beeep beeep."

When the owner got back from his business trip he phoned Sid and said:
" Sid your message was so long, my phone ran out of message time and I've no idea how the horse did in the race."

The next week Sid phoned the owner. "Your horse will race again on Thursday."
"That's a shame." Said the owner, "I will be in a meeting on Thursday. Tell you what, rather than a lengthy voice message, send me a text after the race, and I'll come and see the horse on Friday, and you can tell me all about it then.

The owner duly received a text after the race: SF SF SF SF.
What the....?

He phoned Sid: "Sid, what the fork was that text all about?"

"Simple." said Sid.
"Started, Farted, Slipped and Fell. See you Friday, Sid Fardell"


Unfortunately this super horse also fell, when in with a very good chance. Thankfully both horse and rider were fine. This shot was taken after his race.