Well, I have to say that so far this year’s Grand National (or “Tanned National” someone called it, because of all the Trumpian fake tannery) at Liverpool’s Aintree track has been pretty much a bust for us Train Smash Women-watchers. I mean, it just looks like they’re not really trying very hard:
Of course, there have been some close calls:
…and one or two near-misses [sic]
…but let’s hope that things improve as the event progresses, so to speak.
Un zat is how zey von ze var.
Zey make ze Saxe look like ze Italians.
shag carpet doesn’t belong on the floor let alone made into a dress.
Where’s the boozers? Where are the pics of the babes who have had more than enough for them AND their friends?