Post by BenW_23 on Jun 19, 2007 15:26:25 GMT
...the week my quiet(ish) little village/town becomes over run with people in stupid hats, big cars and with too much money. 
The one week in the year every resident of ascot dreads is this week. People from all over Britain and the world come to Ascot and our brand spanking new stadium to watch some horses ridden by dwarfs run around the biggest thing in our town. The roads become jammed solid throughout the day, and so do the trains. To get to college in the morning, I now have to leave 15mins earlier for a 10min drive to get in on time. and forget going anywhere in the evening, with 100,000+people leaving the stadium all at the same time your car won't move for 30mins from one spot.
We end up with a load of litter and drunken people in flourescent dresses and pengiun tail suits staggering around our country roads looking for their Bently GT, with a tart in one arm and a bottle of Champagne in the other.
The only week in the year the police come out is this week, so nothing remotely illegal for the residents, and each year I usually get arrested for something reaaly dangerous like going into the racecourse without a ticket...this year it might be walking too close to the posh people.
Oh and the posh people who dwell in the horse racing circuit barely reaslise that people live in Ascot, and that it is not merely a racecourse. when they do talk to you it is when they are very drunk and end up being very rude and condescending. This usually ends them in some trouble with the locals who are already angry.
so aside from the few shops, restaurants and taxi companies, we get nothing from this week of anguish, only our bins to be collected fortnightly instead of weekly....
rant over, please dont come here to watch horses, our town can't cope with this many people.
The one week in the year every resident of ascot dreads is this week. People from all over Britain and the world come to Ascot and our brand spanking new stadium to watch some horses ridden by dwarfs run around the biggest thing in our town. The roads become jammed solid throughout the day, and so do the trains. To get to college in the morning, I now have to leave 15mins earlier for a 10min drive to get in on time. and forget going anywhere in the evening, with 100,000+people leaving the stadium all at the same time your car won't move for 30mins from one spot.
We end up with a load of litter and drunken people in flourescent dresses and pengiun tail suits staggering around our country roads looking for their Bently GT, with a tart in one arm and a bottle of Champagne in the other.
The only week in the year the police come out is this week, so nothing remotely illegal for the residents, and each year I usually get arrested for something reaaly dangerous like going into the racecourse without a ticket...this year it might be walking too close to the posh people.
Oh and the posh people who dwell in the horse racing circuit barely reaslise that people live in Ascot, and that it is not merely a racecourse. when they do talk to you it is when they are very drunk and end up being very rude and condescending. This usually ends them in some trouble with the locals who are already angry.
so aside from the few shops, restaurants and taxi companies, we get nothing from this week of anguish, only our bins to be collected fortnightly instead of weekly....
rant over, please dont come here to watch horses, our town can't cope with this many people.
