Ascot Racecourse: Today's Results & Betting

How does place betting work with UK racing?

Betting Ascot earlier today I was looking at the betting pools for win and place. I'm aware that place bets pay out for 1,2, or 3rd in the UK. So I figured it was like betting a show pool in the US.
Stradivarius was the odds on favorite to win, taking about 55-60% of the win money. But he had only about 1/4 of the place money. It seemed like the US pools were distorted and he'd pay as much or more to place than to win. But it only paid $2.40. Is there a different mechanism in the UK in regard to splitting place pools?
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Guide to Offers for This Weekend, Premier League and Ascot

Football is back on in the UK. There's been a drought in the betting industry for the past 3 months and now that sporting fixtures are coming back, You can quite literally make £100s of pounds.
The reason for this is that The bookmakers are now all competing with eachother to get the most customers, which means they will be giving a lot of free bets and offering a whole range of promotions. This is great if you are completely new to Match betting, because on top of the welcome offers, you will also get the additional offers every day. These offers are of course also available to existing customers.

The Offers:
Premier League:
Coral - Get a £50 free bet if your team is leading at half time but goes on to lose the match- Available on every premier League Match. ( I did this last night on Tottenham, got the £50 free bet because they were leading at half time but went on not to win the match)
Bet365 - Bet £50 Get £50 Inplay (Everton v Liverpool)
Betfair Sportsbook - Bet £20 Get £20, Availble until June 22nd
Coral- £10 Refund if your team loses
Paddy Power - £5 Free Bet (Sun June 21 19:00 (Everton v Liverpool). You just have to log in and claim this bet, It's in your account right now.
Paddy Power - Money Back As Cash If Bournemouth win (up to £10)
888sport - Bet £10, Get £5 Free Bet If Win
Paddypower - Bet £20 on sports Get 20 Free Spins
Coral - Bet £15 Get £5 (Inplay)
Skybet: Saturday Boosts

Ascot (Last day today):
William Hill - Money Back As Cash If 2nd (All races in Ascot)
Paddy Power: £5 Free Bet ( 13:50 Race Ascot). You just have to log in and claim this bet, It's in your account right now.
Skybet - Money Back As Cash if 2nd, 3rd or 4th (13:15 Ascot)
Genting - Money Back If Lose and Admiral Nelson Wins (13:50 Ascot)
Bwin- Money Back as a free bet if 2nd ( 12:40 Ascot)

I posted a guide on Matched betting on Tuesday which got a very good response, If anyone wants to learn how to Match bet quickly, You can take a look at it Here
Hope this is of help to some people, If you have any questions feel free to ask.
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Paddy Power - Another £5 Free Bet For Ascot Today

For those of you with an existing Paddy Power account, there is another £5 free bet available to claim for the 13:50 at Ascot today.
It is highly likely that this will run for everyday of the festival, so check each day as that could result in a further £15 of free bets.
Also, incase you missed the other post yesterday, there is also a £5 free bet to claim for the Arsenal vs Manchester City match tonight.

If you don't have an account you can register one here:
Ref | Non-Ref

To claim the free bet, New users must deposit a minimum of £5 via debit card or apple pay.

Referral bonus is either:
Bet £10, Get £10 and 20 Free Spins
Min £10 Sportsbook bet at odds of at least 1.5 (1/2). £10 Free bet is valid for 30 days, must be used on a Sportsbook market & will be awarded after the qualifying bet has been settled. 20 Free Spins can be claimed from the promotions hub after bet settlement. Must be used on Paddy Power Gold Megaways, valued at £0.10 per spin & are valid for 3 days. 

Or
Get 150 Free Spins when you bet £5 on PP Gold Megaways
Get a 150 Free Spins on Paddy Power Gold Megaways once you bet a minimum of £5 on the game. Free Spins are valued at £0.10 each and expire after 72 hours. Min £5 deposit via Credit/Debit Card or ApplePay. 
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🦠🏁 | Fake Drag Race - S1E1: "Corona-She-Betta-Don't" [PART TWO]

A navy canvas with flickers of glistening white paint, crystalised into a serenity of stars that blossomed across the Manhattan sky; a reflection of the contestants who had already found this concrete cocoon of luxury to be their home. The focus diffuses from the night sky to the downward ambience of the streets; racing cars, light pollution, dining upper-class men and police sirens. Each speck of neon a star of their own, belonging to the urban nightlife.
FLOOR 64 | WEEK ONE
Whilst the room was remarkably vast, the corner allocated with the mini-bar and the seating arrangement had become heavily populated with all of the new competitors. They may be sparkling with joy and forming sparks from the collision of glasses and initiation of new friendships, but all cocktail glasses were yet to be filled.
A chime of the AB crystal veil dangling from the centre-room chandelier synchronised with the next ping of the elevator; each step of a heel synonymous to the click of each rising level and each golden flare refracted from the salted glass brims reminiscent of the gold luminescence from the floor number declaration - 64.
A tall, slim figure strides into the werk room from the elevator in her ash-grey high heel sandals with a bright amber back, face obscured by a megaphone styled like a traffic cone which she held in her left hand, the other perched upon her waist. She wore a latex dress, which ended just below her knees; it caught the light of the room and shone bright in neon orange. A stripe of high-vis material hugged her cinched waist and another lined the bottom of the dress. Mini traffic cones jutted out from each shoulder and pointed to her sickeningly sweet wig. Her pale orange hair in a beehive style featured a prominent, bright white streak which swirled like a scoop of soft serve ice cream.
“Alert! Alert! This is an urgent warning to all kings and queens; we’ve heard word of a storm arriving in the werk room. So take cover, because she’s here!”
She lifted the megaphone away from her face to reveal a shimmering red lip and oversized eyelashes which emphasised her piercing gaze as she surveyed the room. Amanda Alert had arrived.
“A gassy queen, nice.”
Frankie declares the first observation of their new arrival.
[AMANDA ALERT]: My drag name is Amanda Alert, I’m from Carrickfergus in Northern Ireland of the UK! I’m 22 and I signed up for this competition as all this talent has been cooped up in this tiny country for too long, so it’s time for Reddit to find out what I can do. Whatever that is. I guess we’ll find out together. My drag style in 3 words is performative, dramatic and conceptual. Oh! I do love a good mind game, but who doesn’t? Whether I could actually pull that off is another question. That being said, I have a big heart and I would always stand for what’s right and fair. However, if the other competitors are looking for help, I’m not the one. I’m going to bring drama. Where does the character end and where do I begin? Only a degree in psychology will help you there because I’m not telling, but that’s just part of the story of me that will unfold. Any final words? Dumb blondes unite!
“She’s an irish lass too.”
Amanda struts over to the group, gesturing to her face and her outfit. A demeanour of confidence which one could die for, now being shared with the other contestants. She basks in the spotlights blasted from the ceiling, framing her face as if to be a covergirl, the distant city skyline her background.
“How are we all?”
The queen looks left to right, taking in the view of her competitors so far. Tough competitio-
[AMANDA ALERT]: I know I look stunning. Some of these contestants could give me a run for my money, but it’s a good thing we’re not competing for money - isn’t it?
“We’re doing great thanks. It’s not been too shady yet.”
Peach answers, although staring directly at the camera and breaking the fourth wall with a suggestive wink. Amanda had already found her way over to the Jaclyn Hill makeup cases, investigating the crystals on each with her nails as she tapped them in amusement. Diamonds may be a girl's best friend, but hairy lip sticks are not. We’d assume her sudden frown meant she caught eye of the brand label, followed by her retreat back over to the competitors.
“I swear I’ve had a deja vu of this moment already.”
Venetia murmurs to herself in the corner, although audibly enough for the approaching Amanda Alert to hear. She bumps into her slightly to purposefully clear way of the closest mirror -
“I’m sorry you had to find out you’re going to lose much earlier than everyone else, sweetie.”
- attempting to adjust her hair and the confidence of the others with her shade. Even though everyone else had already re-invested into their prior conversations, they also had heard the line, some laughing and not taking her seriously whilst others just glared - whether such expression meant ‘oop’ or ‘she’s a clown’, we may never know.
Luckily for us, the awkwardness came to a halt as the next elevator ping was heard. The upward and downward arrows of the elevator flickered in alternating pink colour, the doors finally sliding open as the motion of light diffused. A conundrum of eerie music whistled throughout the open room.
The sound comes from the elevator accompanied by the clicking of heels. Sharon turns the corner and appears at the wide doorway, putting her phone back in her small, red clutch. She snaps it closed and looks up, shifting her shoulders to the side and snapping her head straight ahead. Sharon is wearing a cream colored cropped sweater covered in ostrich feathers, giving it a fuzzy look. Her tight light millennial pink leather pencil skirt hugs her padded curves, and her cream colored booties give her an extra four inches of height. Draped around her shoulders is a rust red leather jacket. Her dark hair falls straight down her back, with blunt bangs framing her dark smokey eye look highlighted with reds and shimmer. She wears a white silk ascot around her throat. She grabs her jacket from her shoulders and holds it down to her side as she steps forward.
“Like my namesake suggests”, Sharon says, “I tell it like it is. And looking around the room, I can tell you….y’all are not it.”
The final step of the ghoulish queen echoed around the penthouse, commanding the attention of all pre-existing contestants to be drawn her way. So much so for the halt to the awkwardness, this queen not only returned with a pulse, but also shade.
[SHARON TAINT]: My name is Sharon Taint, I’m from New York City, New York, and I am 25 years old. I’m almost done with competing on the current season of Reddit Dragula Season 6, and my lust for winning brought me over to the light side to compete for the crown on the first season of Fake Drag Race! Sharon’s drag style is current, rich, and influential. She makes memorable pieces that epitomize current trends on and off the runway. Based on my experience in Reddit Dragula, I’d say I will get a villain edit because she speaks the truth, and sometimes that truth can get her in trouble, but deep down I just want the best for everyone and looks forward to being challenged. I’ll be bringing my A Game to Fake Drag Race. I won’t tolerate people half assing things, and I expect the same from all my brothers and sisters. It’s going to take your absolute best to beat Shaeon, so bring it.
Sharon takes one last pose in the frame, turning to face the contestants who watched her as she entered. A smug grin spread across her face, although her eyes were empty with care. Her powerful strut only meant one thing; she was here for the crown.
“Hey, I’m Sharon Taint, your winner of the season.”
“Ooh, get to know her guys. She’s already placing bets on herself.”
May looks to the others with wide eyes. Confused? Probably. It was too early to make a fair judgement on whether her statement and confidence were merely an act of delusion or if she was going to live up to her brazen admissions.
“This is so weird-” Sharon slides a hand down a glass worktop surface, facing away from the others “- Reddit Dragula was not as boujie as this.”
“Ah, so you’ve competed before?” Val asks, catching onto the words Reddit Dragula. Yes, that’s RDragula*.*
“Yep! It was great fun, so I thought I’d give this a try.”
[VAL KYRIE]: This queen has experience in another competition? If I was her I probably wouldn’t be bragging about that too soon.
Cameras turn to face Amanda, who had found her match up. Both confident as hell, competitive and believe that they’re stunning. Ironically this pair had found themselves sitting next to each other, Sharon coming into the frame as she imprints her fingerprints onto the velvet chair, grabbing onto the arm as she drops into it.
Enough of big ego rivalries, let’s hope the next queen is a bit more… humble. Whilst we love a cat fight, we also want a miss congeniality this season. A ping is heard -
“Another one.”
- and the elevator panel flutters with exchanging floor numbers. Time for ejection?
The oncoming queen walks into the room from the shaft, she’s wearing high heels with hooves on the front and black fur covering the rest of the shoes and continuing up her legs and stopping at her waist. A revealing deep purple tunic with gold trim covers her upperbody and ends above her midsection. The sleeves cover her arms reaching her wrists and are held in place by thick gold bangles. A gold pan flute with chain wraps around her neck and under one arm rests against her side right above my waist. One light sandstone colored horn rests above each eye followed by a gold circlet crown above. Her wig is black and braided reaching just above the little black tail in the back. She does do a quick spin to show everything off.
"Let's hope I'm better than last!"
[BETTE LASS]: I’m Bette Lass and I’m from Richmond, VA. I’m 26. I signed up for the competition because I thought it would be fun since I'm competitive and always up for trying something new. My drag style in 3 words would be creative, colorful and loud. I'm thinking I’d be more of a hero as I normally try to be kind, but it depends on how the other contestants are. I’m going to bring my personality and own creative process. I'm full of energy and ready to have fun! Any final words? Let's hope I'm better than last!
Bette spins on her heel as she turns to face the current cast, at first bewildered with how many contestants there were -
“Oh shit.”
- but then grinning, an effervescent smile greeting her sisters and brother as she approaches with rhythm in her step.
“Hey! I’m Bette Lass.”
“You look happy.” Rose Schwartz observes the queen, passing over a martini glass, surprisingly there’s still one left on the mini-bar.
“You look stunning too.” Euphoria pulls Bette into a sudden hug, her glass spilling its contents slightly onto the Peach’s pump.
[PEACH]: She did not just drench my very expensive heel with that drink.
“I’ll wipe it-” Bette lowers to the floor, using the hem of whatever garment was nearest to absorb the contents “- that’s better.”
The camera pans up from the ground, tracing back the fabric of whoevers look she used to wipe it, an evil glare from Amber with steam seeming out of her ears. Her face taints red like her garment drenched yellow. Before the innocent queen gets a boot in her face, let’s distract them. The thick shaft rises level after level, burping up a sparkly presence when at the top of the building’s throat.
The queens stop talking as soon as they hear the sound of heels. The camera zooms in on those very heels, which are a shade of magenta and surprisingly tall. Soon the queen comes into focus. She’s wearing a beautiful magenta saree-esque dress covered in large sequins and glitter. The camera then cuts to the other queens who are pretty surprised. Her mug is flawless, her face is beat, and she’s wearing a red holy dot on her forehead. Her wig is a brown human hair wig. Her earrings are big and gorgeous. They look expensive. She as a whole looks expensive. As she walks in on those tall heels, she joins her hands and then utters -
“Namaste! Where’s Mike Litoris?”
“In my mouth”. Peach responds. Ew.
[MIKE LITORIS]: I’m Mike Litoris, originally from India but now living in Portland in Oregon. I am 19 years old, gonna be 20 this August 4th. I always wanted to dress up as a queen and enter the actual workroom, and this seems like a good time during quarantine. My drag style is glamorous and psychotic. I’d enjoy being any of the two, hero or villain, but personally a hero is more celebrated. I’m going to bring to the season my sick moves, and I’m known as the dancing diva.
Mike stands like a spectacle of shattered glass; glimmering in the spotlights as each fringe of sequin decorates her figure with sparkles and flares of pearlescent light. The sequins sway side to side and blind the distant queens as she struts over, crossing her heels elegantly and approaching less-aggressively than some of the other competitors.
“That dress is stunning,” Armani touches the sequin with permission, drawn to it’s glimmer “are you from India?”
“Yep, I was born there but we moved over to America.”
“Well, if that’s what Indian fashion looks like then I want to be living that dream, not the American one.” Armani smiles, gesturing to the empty seat behind her.
“I’ll borrow that dress at some point too.” Venetia winks at Mike Litoris, only then catching eye of a confused glare from Amanda.
“Let’s just wait until we get to a design challenge, then we’ll see how far that questionable taste gets you.”
Shade rattles. Amanda was coming for Peach’s gig as a self-proclaimed villain.
“You’d do good if C.U.N.T just meant being a cunt, but the only thing you have is nerve.” Venetia flips her hair back, cringing at Amanda’s attempt to be shady again.
The one thing about being situated in the city is that the distant diegetic sound of police sirens is ironically suited to the continuity of shade between the drag artists. Whether that momentary exchange offered for an ambulance siren, or one of the police, both sounds were as equally appropriate. And, just like the nightlife below, the same sass and drinks were being shared above - in this workroom.
“Don’t worry Bette-” Peach helps the queen from the ground, retracting her heel “- you don’t have to do that.”
“I know, it just gave me a reason to avoid whatever tension is going on here already.”
The others laugh, Bette finally taking a seat and unknowingly leaving Amanda’s hem drenched. The camera cuts away from the group and back to the platinum doors, a projection of lips slowly opening via a picture frame flickering on the surface, blasting onto whichever queen stood behind as the doors ripped open.
Sagittaria struts into the werkroom elegantly and poses in front of the cameras. “Hold on to your briefcases ladies, cause I mean business!”, she says. She raises her briefcase up, showing off her bidazzled initials on it. She opens it up, one side of it falling open and tons of glitter stars fall out. She drops the briefcase to the ground and poses again. Her look is inspired by a business woman, but with a more fashion-forward twist on it. She’s looking beautiful in these flared pants and gorgeous box blazers. She has a fabulous disc headpiece with star fringes attached all over. The color combinations of white, blue and gold and the patterns on her outfit, combined with the star details all throughout the outfit make my look an unforgettable one.
[SAGITTARIA T. STARZ]: My name is Sagittaria T. Starz., I’m originally from Madrid, Spain but now live in New York City. I’m 21 years old and I want to sign up for Fake Drag Race so I can express my creative ideas and experience the competing in Drag Race fantasy. I’d describe my drag style as glamorous, conceptual and definitely diverse. I definitely believe I’ll be a hero this season, as I do consider myself a congenial person. I’d always be down to help a fellow queen out whenever they need it. I believe my looks are gonna be the things that stand out about me the most, but I’ll also try and show my more goofy and entertaining side. I believe I’d be a great competitor because I see myself as a fully well rounded queen.
Another star added to the race, this business woman commanding social and elite prowess on these hoes, as if she’d just stepped out of her chauffeur car and into her own property. With a swing of the suitcase she turns to face the others, waving.
“Hi! I’m Sagittaria.” The queen proudly points to the embellishment of her initials on the equipped briefcase.
“Nice detail, this queen is already branding.” Euphoria examines her prop, questioning whether she should’ve branded more.
“Welcome to the circus-” Val greets the new contestant “- I mean literally, welcome to the circus. This place has been wild.”
Sagittaria places her briefcase down on a makeup station chair after being welcomed, then taking comfort in the nearest armchair besides the others. She’d better prepare herself for the storm of upcoming questions.
“So, where are you from then?” Sharon asks, her legs crossed and face stern as if she was presenting her own talk show.
“I’m originally from Madrid, but now I live in the city-” She declares, looking around at the others “- anyone else from a different country originally?”
“Half of the cast are.” Rose attempts to count on her fingers, but gives up.
An ethnically diverse cast with contestants from all backgrounds? Diversity. The spotlights integrated into the floor begin to illuminate brighter, the now completely black skies and fragments of neon light from adjacent skyscrapers the only external source of light. The intensity increases until the room is bright enough to have an ambient glow, but not to a blinding level.
A final projector image of a lipstick, as seen on the seasons promotions, flickers on the doors of the elevator before they opened. A dark silhouette was seen in the shaft enclosure, stepping from the shelter and into the drag chaos.
A loud cackle is heard as the werkroom goes silent. Then a queen wearing a white blouse, enveloped in a glittery pink blazer and complimented by a skirt of the same description bounds into the werkroom. She has rose gold hoop earrings and is carrying a pink briefcase decorated with a golden S. She is wearing a towering blond beehive wig. Her lips are the same shade as her blazer and her eyes are given a lighter finish. Her brows are thin and high and her lashes are impossible to clock.
“Let’s get down to business. I’m here. Now what do I do?”
[SHELLY STATION]: I’m Shelly station. I’m 25 years old and I’m from the UK. I’m a glamorous comedy goddess. I have no intention of being a villain but, I will get down if I need to. Fake drag race sounds like so much fun and I can’t wait to see how far I can get! I will try my hardest to bring positivity to the competition and, spoiler alert... I win.
A mischievous grin dawns her face, the camera panning closer as she strikes one last movement. The house music beat flutters in volume, eventually fading as the expected greetings from the other queens overtakes. Shelly waves as she leaves the lens to follow her endeavour over.
“I’m finally in this damn penthouse-” She sighs, claiming the last chair “- I’ve been waiting in that damn toilet cubicle for hours waiting for your fat asses to get up.”
“Production made you wait in a toilet cubicle?” Peach asks, Amber chuckling in the background.
“You guys didn’t?”
“Nope.”
Shelly, now flustered, shrugged the confusion off and proceeded to hug the last queen - Sagittaria. She claimed the last seat, although unsettled having realised that she was likely the final one to enter. And, she was correct, because she was indeed the last to enter Floor 64.
The windows on the outward-looking wall instantaneously turn into an opaque black, purple lines glitching across what was thought originally to be the glass surface, each aligning in specific positions before manifesting into a screen that read Fake Drag Race, followed by a subsequent roar of an engine and whips of two rising, animated flags.
“This is crazy.” Val follows the others who had headed over to the windows, although the screen resolution was wide enough for them to have seen it from the corner. “Is this going to be the first video message?”
“I hope so, I can’t wait to get a challenge to kill you bitches.” Amber smirks, looking over her shoulder at a non-concerned Val.
The chandelier depicted at the start of the episode dims, the crystals no longer reflecting a natural hue of baby pink light, but instead the pixelation of the window-screen hybrid adjacent. Fourteen silhouettes stood in the light, watching as the logo fades.
An elevator ping is heard from behind them, bringing their attention back to the entrance. The ping echoed around the room and reminisced in the vast, open space, the floor lights beaming rays fluctuating in pink and blue as if to be a siren with ambient sounds of ambulances from the nearest street.
The doors illuminate red with a supremity of heat, gradually glowing more neon by the second, in perfect synchrony with how close the elevator was to the penthouse floor. A flicker of the number panel declares that it had arrived, the doors gradually opening as if to reveal a godly entity of sorts, or something of fragile content.
From the shaft birthed four muscular silhouettes, men brazen with muscle with abs and adonis belts that had been carved like a cliff's edge, dripping in sweat that would glisten like droplets of seawater. They bared gas masks, their face covered completely, but the rest of their body on show - or at least to the extent of which would be safe to be televised.
Each muscle was flexed as they held up an emergency stretcher above them, Peach leaning in wafting her hand near one of their pits. Although Frank may have envied her, he grabbed her arm and gently yanked her back, clearing way for the four pit crew members with whatever or whoever sported the stretcher.
They stopped near the stairs at the elevated flooring, placing the equipment down and stepping aside to reveal who they brought in with them. A woman, not particularly petite in stature, her long legs unraveling uncomfortably as she spawned from the web of bone cracking in the enclosure of the sealed ambulance surface. Locks of black hair fell as she rose to a full stance, stepping out of the bag and removing the oxygen mask, flinging it to the side. Malaysia Zero, attempted murderer of her drag mother, but also the host for this season.
She was decked out in the same styling seen in the original scene, her crystal, lace veil mask still intact and her shades yet to be removed. Decked out in a custom hazmat suit that had been made in excessive black PVC, cinched to her waist but left to bloom in folds on the mid-section of her arms, pulled together by a tight cuff at the wrist. Gloves pulled tight beneath the arm, although the yellow was blended perfectly into her skin, looking as if to be a part of her flesh with the protruding synonymously yellow nails.
Malaysia coughs loudly down onto the crowd, Venetia ducking and pulling Amber in front of her to catch whatever slobber fell their way.
“There’s been an outbreak…”
The competitors stood, confused. The camera cuts to Rose who peers over to Peach.
[ROSE SCHWARTZ]: She’s already spread her STDs. We’re going to have to evacuate the competition.
“Of fake drag queens and kings!” Malaysia cheers, the stage lights strung from the ceiling intensifying and aiming down at both the cast and herself. “Welcome to Fake Drag Race, season one. It’s a pleasure to have you all, but it’ll also be a pleasure to get rid of you all.”
The cast also cheer, but with how evil we’ve already seen some of them to be, we can’t tell whether they’re happy to beat eachother or are just cheering in celebration of the season start. They all turn to face the window-screen as it births fourteen different profiles of the contestants, all equally spread out amongst the surface and glitching intermittently.
“Damn, I look pretty.” Armani watches her close-up appear.
A leaderboard of sorts, one that would declare who remained after heels had been thrown and contestants had been slaughtered.
“There’s fourteen of you, so let’s get into our first challenge. As you can tell, I’m currently wearing my designer coronavirus suit, a big trend at the moment. For your first Fake Drag Race challenge, you will be designing your own looks from the unconventional medical materials that are associated with health, and the protection from the virus.”
***
Welcome to Fake Drag Race, you’ve all provided amazing entrances and I genuinely can’t wait to see how you do. With that being said, let’s put you to the test, shall we?
For your first challenge, you will be designing looks from the unconventional materials of medical equipment and quarantine supplies, particularly used to protect from this virus and other nasty ones. Although I’m not going to provide you with a full list as this may be relatively self explanatory, he are some ideas:
If you have any other items you need to check, please run them by me at PM. You will be presenting these looks on the runway, and you will all receive an example soon after this has been out. This challenge was also made by Smacahoe, the Reddit Dragula 2 winner!
Followed by your runway look, please provide a separate confessional explaining what items you used and how they were used.
Joining us on the panel this week, at the moment, is Reddit Dragula 3 winner Angie Apathy. Known for her ability to construct and think of amazing looks with her knowledge of fashion and sensibility, she’s a great judge for this challenge.
DEADLINE: Thursday 9th April, 11pm GMT.
SPREADSHEET: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1Q7R26s3hX5LIzJ_N6s3hbjvnENfEVDE0-0dzB8U_Cp0/edit?usp=sharing
NOTE: This episode part is going to be edited and redone in due time. Today was the only day I would have had a chance to get this out or written, and so I apologise. You’ll be notified when it has been done so.
REMINDER: Ongoings in the chat will be reflected more so from this point onwards.
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HorseRacing Sheets- 22/11/2019

HorseRacing Selections/Tipping Spreadsheets

Todays Cards
Good morning!
I’ve finished doing my sheets for all the Race Meetings today.
All analysed.
Please feel free to PM me for any help or advice or importantly feedback!
Today’s Races are held at Catterick, Ascot, Ffos Las, Newcastle and Dundalk.
The spreadsheets for them all can be downloaded by clicking here.
If for any reason there is a UK/Irish meeting missing that you would like me to do, I’m happy to provide you it upon request.
To make it easier for you and me I have created a pre-filled direct message down below in the following PM link should you request a certain race/meeting.
Please send me a PM.
*I am in the process of writing up an improved guide on how to use the following HorseRacing Selection Spreadsheets which I intend on attaching in due course. Please feel free to post here or PM for any help. *

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I repeat CALL IT A DAY!...
...and DON’T CHASE YOUR LOSSES.
For whatever reason you wish to post these ratings sheets on a forum or website or anything else. Please PM me first. I’m happy to show support elsewhere but don’t take lightly for others stealing my work. If I see this happen I will stop posting
THESE SHEETS HAVE HIDDEN MARKERS WITHIN SOME OF THE SHEETS TO IDENTIFY THEM AS MY OWN WORK SO DON’T ATTEMPT TO COPY AND PASS THEM AS YOUR OWN
Finally...
...Happy Racing everybody!
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A navy canvas with flickers of glistening white paint, crystalised into a serenity of stars that blossomed across the Manhattan sky; a reflection of the contestants who had already found this concrete cocoon of luxury to be their home. The focus diffuses from the night sky to the downward ambience of the streets; racing cars, light pollution, dining upper-class men and police sirens. Each speck of neon a star of their own, belonging to the urban nightlife.
FLOOR 64 | WEEK ONE
Whilst the room was remarkably vast, the corner allocated with the mini-bar and the seating arrangement had become heavily populated with all of the new competitors. They may be sparkling with joy and forming sparks from the collision of glasses and initiation of new friendships, but all cocktail glasses were yet to be filled.
A chime of the AB crystal veil dangling from the centre-room chandelier synchronised with the next ping of the elevator; each step of a heel synonymous to the click of each rising level and each golden flare refracted from the salted glass brims reminiscent of the gold luminescence from the floor number declaration - 64.
A tall, slim figure strides into the werk room from the elevator in her ash-grey high heel sandals with a bright amber back, face obscured by a megaphone styled like a traffic cone which she held in her left hand, the other perched upon her waist. She wore a latex dress, which ended just below her knees; it caught the light of the room and shone bright in neon orange. A stripe of high-vis material hugged her cinched waist and another lined the bottom of the dress. Mini traffic cones jutted out from each shoulder and pointed to her sickeningly sweet wig. Her pale orange hair in a beehive style featured a prominent, bright white streak which swirled like a scoop of soft serve ice cream.
“Alert! Alert! This is an urgent warning to all kings and queens; we’ve heard word of a storm arriving in the werk room. So take cover, because she’s here!”
She lifted the megaphone away from her face to reveal a shimmering red lip and oversized eyelashes which emphasised her piercing gaze as she surveyed the room. Amanda Alert had arrived.
“A gassy queen, nice.”
Frankie declares the first observation of their new arrival.
[AMANDA ALERT]: My drag name is Amanda Alert, I’m from Carrickfergus in Northern Ireland of the UK! I’m 22 and I signed up for this competition as all this talent has been cooped up in this tiny country for too long, so it’s time for Reddit to find out what I can do. Whatever that is. I guess we’ll find out together. My drag style in 3 words is performative, dramatic and conceptual. Oh! I do love a good mind game, but who doesn’t? Whether I could actually pull that off is another question. That being said, I have a big heart and I would always stand for what’s right and fair. However, if the other competitors are looking for help, I’m not the one. I’m going to bring drama. Where does the character end and where do I begin? Only a degree in psychology will help you there because I’m not telling, but that’s just part of the story of me that will unfold. Any final words? Dumb blondes unite!
“She’s an irish lass too.”
Amanda struts over to the group, gesturing to her face and her outfit. A demeanour of confidence which one could die for, now being shared with the other contestants. She basks in the spotlights blasted from the ceiling, framing her face as if to be a covergirl, the distant city skyline her background.
“How are we all?”
The queen looks left to right, taking in the view of her competitors so far. Tough competitio-
[AMANDA ALERT]: I know I look stunning. Some of these contestants could give me a run for my money, but it’s a good thing we’re not competing for money - isn’t it?
“We’re doing great thanks. It’s not been too shady yet.”
Peach answers, although staring directly at the camera and breaking the fourth wall with a suggestive wink. Amanda had already found her way over to the Jaclyn Hill makeup cases, investigating the crystals on each with her nails as she tapped them in amusement. Diamonds may be a girl's best friend, but hairy lip sticks are not. We’d assume her sudden frown meant she caught eye of the brand label, followed by her retreat back over to the competitors.
“I swear I’ve had a deja vu of this moment already.”
Venetia murmurs to herself in the corner, although audibly enough for the approaching Amanda Alert to hear. She bumps into her slightly to purposefully clear way of the closest mirror -
“I’m sorry you had to find out you’re going to lose much earlier than everyone else, sweetie.”
- attempting to adjust her hair and the confidence of the others with her shade. Even though everyone else had already re-invested into their prior conversations, they also had heard the line, some laughing and not taking her seriously whilst others just glared - whether such expression meant ‘oop’ or ‘she’s a clown’, we may never know.
Luckily for us, the awkwardness came to a halt as the next elevator ping was heard. The upward and downward arrows of the elevator flickered in alternating pink colour, the doors finally sliding open as the motion of light diffused. A conundrum of eerie music whistled throughout the open room.
The sound comes from the elevator accompanied by the clicking of heels. Sharon turns the corner and appears at the wide doorway, putting her phone back in her small, red clutch. She snaps it closed and looks up, shifting her shoulders to the side and snapping her head straight ahead. Sharon is wearing a cream colored cropped sweater covered in ostrich feathers, giving it a fuzzy look. Her tight light millennial pink leather pencil skirt hugs her padded curves, and her cream colored booties give her an extra four inches of height. Draped around her shoulders is a rust red leather jacket. Her dark hair falls straight down her back, with blunt bangs framing her dark smokey eye look highlighted with reds and shimmer. She wears a white silk ascot around her throat. She grabs her jacket from her shoulders and holds it down to her side as she steps forward.
“Like my namesake suggests”, Sharon says, “I tell it like it is. And looking around the room, I can tell you….y’all are not it.”
The final step of the ghoulish queen echoed around the penthouse, commanding the attention of all pre-existing contestants to be drawn her way. So much so for the halt to the awkwardness, this queen not only returned with a pulse, but also shade.
[SHARON TAINT]: My name is Sharon Taint, I’m from New York City, New York, and I am 25 years old. I’m almost done with competing on the current season of Reddit Dragula Season 6, and my lust for winning brought me over to the light side to compete for the crown on the first season of Fake Drag Race! Sharon’s drag style is current, rich, and influential. She makes memorable pieces that epitomize current trends on and off the runway. Based on my experience in Reddit Dragula, I’d say I will get a villain edit because she speaks the truth, and sometimes that truth can get her in trouble, but deep down I just want the best for everyone and looks forward to being challenged. I’ll be bringing my A Game to Fake Drag Race. I won’t tolerate people half assing things, and I expect the same from all my brothers and sisters. It’s going to take your absolute best to beat Shaeon, so bring it.
Sharon takes one last pose in the frame, turning to face the contestants who watched her as she entered. A smug grin spread across her face, although her eyes were empty with care. Her powerful strut only meant one thing; she was here for the crown.
“Hey, I’m Sharon Taint, your winner of the season.”
“Ooh, get to know her guys. She’s already placing bets on herself.”
May looks to the others with wide eyes. Confused? Probably. It was too early to make a fair judgement on whether her statement and confidence were merely an act of delusion or if she was going to live up to her brazen admissions.
“This is so weird-” Sharon slides a hand down a glass worktop surface, facing away from the others “- Reddit Dragula was not as boujie as this.”
“Ah, so you’ve competed before?” Val asks, catching onto the words Reddit Dragula. Yes, that’s RDragula*.*
“Yep! It was great fun, so I thought I’d give this a try.”
[VAL KYRIE]: This queen has experience in another competition? If I was her I probably wouldn’t be bragging about that too soon.
Cameras turn to face Amanda, who had found her match up. Both confident as hell, competitive and believe that they’re stunning. Ironically this pair had found themselves sitting next to each other, Sharon coming into the frame as she imprints her fingerprints onto the velvet chair, grabbing onto the arm as she drops into it.
Enough of big ego rivalries, let’s hope the next queen is a bit more… humble. Whilst we love a cat fight, we also want a miss congeniality this season. A ping is heard -
“Another one.”
- and the elevator panel flutters with exchanging floor numbers. Time for ejection?
The oncoming queen walks into the room from the shaft, she’s wearing high heels with hooves on the front and black fur covering the rest of the shoes and continuing up her legs and stopping at her waist. A revealing deep purple tunic with gold trim covers her upperbody and ends above her midsection. The sleeves cover her arms reaching her wrists and are held in place by thick gold bangles. A gold pan flute with chain wraps around her neck and under one arm rests against her side right above my waist. One light sandstone colored horn rests above each eye followed by a gold circlet crown above. Her wig is black and braided reaching just above the little black tail in the back. She does do a quick spin to show everything off.
"Let's hope I'm better than last!"
[BETTE LASS]: I’m Bette Lass and I’m from Richmond, VA. I’m 26. I signed up for the competition because I thought it would be fun since I'm competitive and always up for trying something new. My drag style in 3 words would be creative, colorful and loud. I'm thinking I’d be more of a hero as I normally try to be kind, but it depends on how the other contestants are. I’m going to bring my personality and own creative process. I'm full of energy and ready to have fun! Any final words? Let's hope I'm better than last!
Bette spins on her heel as she turns to face the current cast, at first bewildered with how many contestants there were -
“Oh shit.”
- but then grinning, an effervescent smile greeting her sisters and brother as she approaches with rhythm in her step.
“Hey! I’m Bette Lass.”
“You look happy.” Rose Schwartz observes the queen, passing over a martini glass, surprisingly there’s still one left on the mini-bar.
“You look stunning too.” Euphoria pulls Bette into a sudden hug, her glass spilling its contents slightly onto the Peach’s pump.
[PEACH]: She did not just drench my very expensive heel with that drink.
“I’ll wipe it-” Bette lowers to the floor, using the hem of whatever garment was nearest to absorb the contents “- that’s better.”
The camera pans up from the ground, tracing back the fabric of whoevers look she used to wipe it, an evil glare from Amber with steam seeming out of her ears. Her face taints red like her garment drenched yellow. Before the innocent queen gets a boot in her face, let’s distract them. The thick shaft rises level after level, burping up a sparkly presence when at the top of the building’s throat.
The queens stop talking as soon as they hear the sound of heels. The camera zooms in on those very heels, which are a shade of magenta and surprisingly tall. Soon the queen comes into focus. She’s wearing a beautiful magenta saree-esque dress covered in large sequins and glitter. The camera then cuts to the other queens who are pretty surprised. Her mug is flawless, her face is beat, and she’s wearing a red holy dot on her forehead. Her wig is a brown human hair wig. Her earrings are big and gorgeous. They look expensive. She as a whole looks expensive. As she walks in on those tall heels, she joins her hands and then utters -
“Namaste! Where’s Mike Litoris?”
“In my mouth”. Peach responds. Ew.
[MIKE LITORIS]: I’m Mike Litoris, originally from India but now living in Portland in Oregon. I am 19 years old, gonna be 20 this August 4th. I always wanted to dress up as a queen and enter the actual workroom, and this seems like a good time during quarantine. My drag style is glamorous and psychotic. I’d enjoy being any of the two, hero or villain, but personally a hero is more celebrated. I’m going to bring to the season my sick moves, and I’m known as the dancing diva.
Mike stands like a spectacle of shattered glass; glimmering in the spotlights as each fringe of sequin decorates her figure with sparkles and flares of pearlescent light. The sequins sway side to side and blind the distant queens as she struts over, crossing her heels elegantly and approaching less-aggressively than some of the other competitors.
“That dress is stunning,” Armani touches the sequin with permission, drawn to it’s glimmer “are you from India?”
“Yep, I was born there but we moved over to America.”
“Well, if that’s what Indian fashion looks like then I want to be living that dream, not the American one.” Armani smiles, gesturing to the empty seat behind her.
“I’ll borrow that dress at some point too.” Venetia winks at Mike Litoris, only then catching eye of a confused glare from Amanda.
“Let’s just wait until we get to a design challenge, then we’ll see how far that questionable taste gets you.”
Shade rattles. Amanda was coming for Peach’s gig as a self-proclaimed villain.
“You’d do good if C.U.N.T just meant being a cunt, but the only thing you have is nerve.” Venetia flips her hair back, cringing at Amanda’s attempt to be shady again.
The one thing about being situated in the city is that the distant diegetic sound of police sirens is ironically suited to the continuity of shade between the drag artists. Whether that momentary exchange offered for an ambulance siren, or one of the police, both sounds were as equally appropriate. And, just like the nightlife below, the same sass and drinks were being shared above - in this workroom.
“Don’t worry Bette-” Peach helps the queen from the ground, retracting her heel “- you don’t have to do that.”
“I know, it just gave me a reason to avoid whatever tension is going on here already.”
The others laugh, Bette finally taking a seat and unknowingly leaving Amanda’s hem drenched. The camera cuts away from the group and back to the platinum doors, a projection of lips slowly opening via a picture frame flickering on the surface, blasting onto whichever queen stood behind as the doors ripped open.
Sagittaria struts into the werkroom elegantly and poses in front of the cameras. “Hold on to your briefcases ladies, cause I mean business!”, she says. She raises her briefcase up, showing off her bidazzled initials on it. She opens it up, one side of it falling open and tons of glitter stars fall out. She drops the briefcase to the ground and poses again. Her look is inspired by a business woman, but with a more fashion-forward twist on it. She’s looking beautiful in these flared pants and gorgeous box blazers. She has a fabulous disc headpiece with star fringes attached all over. The color combinations of white, blue and gold and the patterns on her outfit, combined with the star details all throughout the outfit make my look an unforgettable one.
[SAGITTARIA T. STARZ]: My name is Sagittaria T. Starz., I’m originally from Madrid, Spain but now live in New York City. I’m 21 years old and I want to sign up for Fake Drag Race so I can express my creative ideas and experience the competing in Drag Race fantasy. I’d describe my drag style as glamorous, conceptual and definitely diverse. I definitely believe I’ll be a hero this season, as I do consider myself a congenial person. I’d always be down to help a fellow queen out whenever they need it. I believe my looks are gonna be the things that stand out about me the most, but I’ll also try and show my more goofy and entertaining side. I believe I’d be a great competitor because I see myself as a fully well rounded queen.
Another star added to the race, this business woman commanding social and elite prowess on these hoes, as if she’d just stepped out of her chauffeur car and into her own property. With a swing of the suitcase she turns to face the others, waving.
“Hi! I’m Sagittaria.” The queen proudly points to the embellishment of her initials on the equipped briefcase.
“Nice detail, this queen is already branding.” Euphoria examines her prop, questioning whether she should’ve branded more.
“Welcome to the circus-” Val greets the new contestant “- I mean literally, welcome to the circus. This place has been wild.”
Sagittaria places her briefcase down on a makeup station chair after being welcomed, then taking comfort in the nearest armchair besides the others. She’d better prepare herself for the storm of upcoming questions.
“So, where are you from then?” Sharon asks, her legs crossed and face stern as if she was presenting her own talk show.
“I’m originally from Madrid, but now I live in the city-” She declares, looking around at the others “- anyone else from a different country originally.”
“Half of the cast are.” Rose attempts to count on her fingers, but gives up.
An ethnically diverse cast with contestants from all backgrounds? Diversity. The spotlights integrated into the floor begin to illuminate brighter, the now completely black skies and fragments of neon light from adjacent skyscrapers the only external source of light. The intensity increases until the room is bright enough to have an ambient glow, but not to a blinding level.
A final projector image of a lipstick, as seen on the seasons promotions, flickers on the doors of the elevator before they opened. A dark silhouette was seen in the shaft enclosure, stepping from the shelter and into the drag chaos.
A loud cackle is heard as the werkroom goes silent. Then a queen wearing a white blouse, enveloped in a glittery pink blazer and complimented by a skirt of the same description bounds into the werkroom. She has rose gold hoop earrings and is carrying a pink briefcase decorated with a golden S. She is wearing a towering blond beehive wig. Her lips are the same shade as her blazer and her eyes are given a lighter finish. Her brows are thin and high and her lashes are impossible to clock.
“Let’s get down to business. I’m here. Now what do I do?”
[SHELLY STATION]: I’m Shelly station. I’m 25 years old and I’m from the UK. I’m a glamorous comedy goddess. I have no intention of being a villain but, I will get down if I need to. Fake drag race sounds like so much fun and I can’t wait to see how far I can get! I will try my hardest to bring positivity to the competition and, spoiler alert... I win.
A mischievous grin dawns her face, the camera panning closer as she strikes one last movement. The house music beat flutters in volume, eventually fading as the expected greetings from the other queens overtakes. Shelly waves as she leaves the lens to follow her endeavour over.
“I’m finally in this damn penthouse-” She sighs, claiming the last chair “- I’ve been waiting in that damn toilet cubicle for hours waiting for your fat asses to get up.”
“Production made you wait in a toilet cubicle?” Peach asks, Amber chuckling in the background.
“You guys didn’t?”
“Nope.”
Shelly, now flustered, shrugged the confusion off and proceeded to hug the last queen - Sagittaria. She claimed the last seat, although unsettled having realised that she was likely the final one to enter. And, she was correct, because she was indeed the last to enter Floor 64.
The windows on the outward-looking wall instantaneously turn into an opaque black, purple lines glitching across what was thought originally to be the glass surface, each aligning in specific positions before manifesting into a screen that read Fake Drag Race, followed by a subsequent roar of an engine and whips of two rising, animated flags.
“This is crazy.” Val follows the others who had headed over to the windows, although the screen resolution was wide enough for them to have seen it from the corner. “Is this going to be the first video message?”
“I hope so, I can’t wait to get a challenge to kill you bitches.” Amber smirks, looking over her shoulder at a non-concerned Val.
The chandelier depicted at the start of the episode dims, the crystals no longer reflecting a natural hue of baby pink light, but instead the pixelation of the window-screen hybrid adjacent. Fourteen silhouettes stood in the light, watching as the logo fades.
An elevator ping is heard from behind them, bringing their attention back to the entrance. The ping echoed around the room and reminisced in the vast, open space, the floor lights beaming rays fluctuating in pink and blue as if to be a siren with ambient sounds of ambulances from the nearest street.
The doors illuminate red with a supremity of heat, gradually glowing more neon by the second, in perfect synchrony with how close the elevator was to the penthouse floor. A flicker of the number panel declares that it had arrived, the doors gradually opening as if to reveal a godly entity of sorts, or something of fragile content.
From the shaft birthed four muscular silhouettes, men brazen with muscle with abs and adonis belts that had been carved like a cliff's edge, dripping in sweat that would glisten like droplets of seawater. They bared gas masks, their face covered completely, but the rest of their body on show - or at least to the extent of which would be safe to be televised.
Each muscle was flexed as they held up an emergency stretcher above them, Peach leaning in wafting her hand near one of their pits. Although Frank may have envied her, he grabbed her arm and gently yanked her back, clearing way for the four pit crew members with whatever or whoever sported the stretcher.
They stopped near the stairs at the elevated flooring, placing the equipment down and stepping aside to reveal who they brought in with them. A woman, not particularly petite in stature, her long legs unraveling uncomfortably as she spawned from the web of bone cracking in the enclosure of the sealed ambulance surface. Locks of black hair fell as she rose to a full stance, stepping out of the bag and removing the oxygen mask, flinging it to the side. Malaysia Zero, attempted murderer of her drag mother, but also the host for this season.
She was decked out in the same styling seen in the original scene, her crystal, lace veil mask still intact and her shades yet to be removed. Decked out in a custom hazmat suit that had been made in excessive black PVC, cinched to her waist but left to bloom in folds on the mid-section of her arms, pulled together by a tight cuff at the wrist. Gloves pulled tight beneath the arm, although the yellow was blended perfectly into her skin, looking as if to be a part of her flesh with the protruding synonymously yellow nails.
Malaysia coughs loudly down onto the crowd, Venetia ducking and pulling Amber in front of her to catch whatever slobber fell their way.
“There’s been an outbreak…”
The competitors stood, confused. The camera cuts to Rose who peers over to Peach.
[ROSE SCHWARTZ]: She’s already spread her STDs. We’re going to have to evacuate the competition.
“Of fake drag queens and kings!” Malaysia cheers, the stage lights strung from the ceiling intensifying and aiming down at both the cast and herself. “Welcome to Fake Drag Race, season one. It’s a pleasure to have you all, but it’ll also be a pleasure to get rid of you all.”
The cast also cheer, but with how evil we’ve already seen some of them to be, we can’t tell whether they’re happy to beat eachother or are just cheering in celebration of the season start. They all turn to face the window-screen as it births fourteen different profiles of the contestants, all equally spread out amongst the surface and glitching intermittently.
“Damn, I look pretty.” Armani watches her close-up appear.
A leaderboard of sorts, one that would declare who remained after heels had been thrown and contestants had been slaughtered.
“There’s fourteen of you, so let’s get into our first challenge. As you can tell, I’m currently wearing my designer coronavirus suit, a big trend at the moment. For your first Fake Drag Race challenge, you will be designing your own looks from the unconventional medical materials that are associated with health, and the protection from the virus.”
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Welcome to Fake Drag Race, you’ve all provided amazing entrances and I genuinely can’t wait to see how you do. With that being said, let’s put you to the test, shall we?
For your first challenge, you will be designing looks from the unconventional materials of medical equipment and quarantine supplies, particularly used to protect from this virus and other nasty ones. Although I’m not going to provide you with a full list as this may be relatively self explanatory, he are some ideas:
If you have any other items you need to check, please run them by me at PM. You will be presenting these looks on the runway, and you will all receive an example soon after this has been out. This challenge was also made by Smacahoe, the Reddit Dragula 2 winner!
Followed by your runway look, please provide a separate confessional explaining what items you used and how they were used.
Joining us on the panel this week, at the moment, is Reddit Dragula 3 winner Angie Apathy. Known for her ability to construct and think of amazing looks with her knowledge of fashion and sensibility, she’s a great judge for this challenge.
DEADLINE: Thursday 9th April, 11pm GMT.
SPREADSHEET: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1Q7R26s3hX5LIzJ_N6s3hbjvnENfEVDE0-0dzB8U_Cp0/edit?usp=sharing
NOTE: This episode part is going to be edited and redone in due time. Today was the only day I would have had a chance to get this out or written, and so I apologise. You’ll be notified when it has been done so.
REMINDER: Ongoings in the chat will be reflected more so from this point onwards.
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I've just completed the Hershel Layton Hexology. Here are my thoughts on each game.

Last year, I decided that I was going to replay all the Professor Layton games in order to fully appreciate the story and narrative. I'd played CV close to launch, as with DB - but then I didn't pick up another one for years. I'd watched LPs of the few other games but never managed to finish them. So I went out and completed my collection and decided to replay them.
I intend to play PLvAA - I watched an LP of that years ago, and I loved the AA franchise like a son when they were releasing too. I also intend to play the Katrielle (daughter) game after that, which I'm going into blind - so please, no spoilers on Katrielle*. And no, I didn't save scum for max picarats. I just used a guide. Sad truth is, I'm an adult now and I don't have the free time to play story games without assistance because I don't have hours of time to spare anymore. I solved most of them on my own then checked the answer to see if I was right - judge as you want.*
Anyway, a good gentlemen doesn't keep Reddit waiting. and also, spoilers for the series.

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Professor Layton and the Curious Village

I first played this game around its launch - maybe a bit later. 2009? And it absolutely blew me away. The story was great, the puzzles were great (for the most part. Those block sliding ones and the "Calculate this math" ones I'm not keen on.
And the mystery was great too. The plot twisted and turned at every point, yet it all still made sense and was easy to follow. And it was very unlikely you would figure out the mysteries until Layton did too - which is something I've noticed the later games struggled with.
It might have seemed a little left field to have a town filled with robots, and for Layton to leave the town to it's own devices - but you have to remember this comes straight off the heels of Azran Legacy, timeline-wise. And if you're familiar with how that ends, then it makes perfect sense for Layton's character.
Things that are great about CV in particular:
The music - I'm willing to bet good money you can still hum this games puzzles' theme. I imagine the xylophone-chiming is still stuck in your head.
The minigames - sorting furniture out for Layton and Luke was a fun, if easy puzzle. The painting was likewise fun, especially when you've assembled most of it and you realize it's upside down. Gizmo the dog was fine, too. More of a "collection" that the later games would focus on.
Final verdict:
CV is a great game. And I don't think it's fair many people put it on the bottom, or near-bottom, of their ranking lists. I think this game suffers heavily from first game syndrome - just because it's vanilla doesn't mean it's bad. Vanilla is tasty.

Professor Layton and the Diabolical Pandora's Box

In the UK, it's called Pandora's Box, but I'm calling it DB for clarity and ease. Also, why not just the Elysian Box? That's the name of the bloody thing.
Another great Layton game I played around its launch. It's exactly what fans wanted - more of the same, elsewhere. I don't enjoy this game as much, as I feel the first half wants to both rush you out of Dropstone to Folsense yet drag along so you don't miss the important story foreshadowing. It's an awkward pace - like when you're trying to overtake someone.
And again, you couldn't predict the main mystery too early - even though it made sense once it was explained. Although some of the smaller mysteries (if they deserve to be called that) are pathetic, in my opinion. That "missing little baby"? I knew it was a dog the minute I saw the woman - you could just tell the game was setting up a bait-and-switch. Layton immediately assuming it was a boy was not only fallacious (considering his previous experience - he's solved four mysteries at this point) but entirely out of character.
And so was him missing Flora's Team Rocket Disguise, yet calling her out on it later on. The only reason I can think these mysteries are as simple as they are is so they didn't exclude the people who heard Layton was good and picked up Game 2 before Game 1. I get it - but I don't like it.
Anton was great though. That whole final bit escaping the castle was just as tense as the first time, and I knew what was coming. Bloody brilliant character - and it's a shame he only got so much screentime. More could have been done with his character and relationship with Sophia.
Things that are great about DB in particular:
The tea minigame - I like the Danny DeVito hamster. His minigame isn't fun but he is. The camera minigame is... fine. But the tea minigame was great. Figuring out which teas are worth a damn, figuring out who wanted what drink. It was great. The only thing this needed was a way to offer people tea without having to wait 'til they were thirsty. Otherwise, it's perfect.
The setting - Folsense, in particular, is fantastic. While it feels a bit awkwardly paced as most of the story seems to take place over one night, it nevertheless feels great to explore. I remember where most everything is in Folsense all these months after beating it.
Final verdict:
I like DB. I like DB more than I like CV, if I'm honest. But I don't think it's better. I think a lot of people rank this above CV only because it does more with the setting. Some of the puzzles are harder, more taxing - which is great for returning players, but the newbies who might have joined the bandwagon wrong will likely get frustrated with some of them. Yet, if they should be playing CV first then this one, why have the easy bloody mysteries at the beginning? It just seems weird to me. Of course, that's just my opinion, and you might have a different opinion, well then:

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Professor Layton and the Lost Unwound Future

In the UK, it's called Lost Future, but I'm calling it UF for clarity and ease. Lost Future makes more sense, but Unwound Future just sounds better.
I missed this one at launch. I watched an LP of it around 2013 and yes, this game is exactly as good as people make it out to be. Layton gets a letter from a Future Luke Triton, who invites him to the London of tomorrow where Hershel Layton has become the Crime Boss, the MVP, the man to fear, of London.
It's a great story that deserves to be experienced blind. It really is. Every character completes their character arc in this game - some I didn't realise had arcs set up. The game a a bit of a letdown in the minigame department this time round - I didn't like the car game much - just a reskin of the hamster one. The picture book one, I enjoyed a little. Don't like the parrot one, though. But the game made up for those with strides in regards to the story. I think it speaks for itself, and there's nothing I can add that hasn't already been set.
Things that are great about UF in particular:
The story.

\"You don't have to say anything at all.\"
The setting - Future London is nifty, but navigating it is a bit odd. It's nice to be able to explore London, though, for once. Layton games take place in a weird futuristic Victorian era bubble where everyone drives around in Model T's but they've landed on the moon? That's one puzzle I've never figured out. But it's nice that they expanded it as I imagine many players were waiting to see it in game - and the fast travel options are a lot nicer for end-game puzzle-hunting, too. Not needed, but welcome none-the-less.
Final verdict:
I can see why people think of this as the best game in the series. I'm inclined to agree, but there's something in my heart telling me that some of the goodwill I feel to this game is peer-pressure from everyone else. It's longer, meatier and better than both the previous games. I think it does deserve the title of Best Layton game, honestly, even if I can't put my finger on why.

Professor Layton and the Last Spectre's Call.

In the UK, it's called Spectre's Call, but I'm calling it LS for clarity and ease. I don't care either way in terms of the names.
I imagine someone here has taken umbrage with my opinion that Diabolical Box is worse than Curious Village. Those people should stop reading.
In my own, personal, absolutely infallable opinion which if you disagree with well then that's anti-soviet behavior and the courts find you guilty and sentence you to be shot - I like Professor Layton and the Last Spectre's Call more than Unwound Future.

[Actual screencap of my inbox right now.](https://i.redd.it/p1tacqtwuce31.png
Maybe that's not objectively true. The story in LS is far weaker than UF. But I don't love this game for the story, if I'm honest. No, what UF is to plot, LS is to characterisation, in my humble, irrefutable opinion. It's nice to see how Luke met Layton. It's nice to meet a cast of new characters. I like Aldus more than Stachenscarfen - he's funnier and it's nice to see a tutorial character break the fourth wall by essentially pulling a Tuxedo Mask "My job here is done," "But I already knew that.". It fits the series humour. Emmy is great. She's probably my favourite character of the series at this point - she's essentially a mix of Layton and Don Paolo's best traits. And her humour is damn near spot on for the series. Layton has his moments but being a gentleman he won't do anything beneath a gentleman. Luke also has his moments, but they're only so many times a child squaring up like he's ten fucking men only to hastily back out on the raise is funny.
Emmy, on the other hand, is exactly what the Layton duo needed. She sees herself as Layton Lite but is more than willing to stoop to Luke's level.
Emmy: Professor, this reminds me of a puzzle... from an insane asylum.

Layton: Emmy, please don't do that. I don't want to explain to Clark that we broke down his son's door because we couldn't solve a puzzle.

Emmy: Put the back of the back back so that the back's back is facing back. Professor, I think my brain just exploded.
She's the breath of fresh air this game needed, considering it's now the same gameplay four times in a row. I honestly think gameplay fatigue weighs heavily on people's minds here, as the incremental improvements to the game begin to slow down quite a bit. What the writers did to her in Azran Legacy should be considered a war crime - they had two games to write her out of the corner they knew they were in, and what they went with was awful. A heroic sacrifice, to explain why she was retconned. Or maybe she was injured in the finale of AL, so she had to sit out the original CVDBUF trilogy. Something that didn't irredeemably betray her character, seeing as she spent two and a half games built up as a pseudo-sister to Luke and pseudo-daughter to Layton. It just saddens me, honestly.
Also fantastic is Descolé - I realize it's not accented, but it should be, really. Anyway, Descolé. What a magnificent bastard he is. He's mysterious, charming, suave - he's a foil to Don Paolo, who was quite hot-blooded and impulsive. Descolé is cold, calculating, and although he does have some "heart-of-gold" moments, he's very clearly on the side of Descolé. Sometimes that opposes Layton, sometimes it doesn't - it just depends on what Targent are up to. More on them in a bit.
The story's a lot more bog-standard this time round - it's weaker than Curious Village, and that's the game where they were just finding their feet with plots. That Loosha whale thing was an ass-pull that existed only for a teary moment at the end I couldn't help but laugh at. Seamus actually being a young man in costume, like the dog in DB, was a twist so blatantly sodding obvious I sincerely hope no one was expected to take it seriously. Also, what was up with his fucking accent? I promise you now, not one human being alive on this earth talks like that, and certainly not in England. And again, some of the story beats don't really seem to go anywhere. The witch storyline, the corrupt cops, I don't know. There's a lack in the payoff, that's for sure.
The minigames are also lackluster, again. Which is a shame. The train one was good, but the puppet show one was boring, and I ended up giving up with it until the very end. when I had the words. Fish one was again, just... there. And the mice game. What was up with that? Is it a little bit of fun? Yeah. But awarding 100 points per mouse max, and wanting me to get 1,000,000 points by grinding again and again? fuck off, mate.
Things that are great about LS in particular:
The music.
Misthallery's Many Canals.
Puzzle Theme.
A Strange Story.
The Black Market.
Foggy Misthallery.
The Train Theme.
Descole's Theme.
The Final Battle.
The Golden Garden.

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OH MY GOD. SO MANY GOOD THEMES.
Final verdict:
Layton has always had some stellar songs, but LS certainly has the highest density of absolute bangers. This game's music, as well as it's characters, absolutely rise above the story. Not to the heights of UF, no. But that was a tough act to follow - be a new UF, AND set up a new trilogy? You try it.
I honestly don't think the game deserves the rap it gets. Alright, no one says they hate it - but I really do think things like fatigue and UF weigh on people's judgement of the game, especially if you're shotgunning through the series like I did.

Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva

This is the bit of the trilogy where you get to watch Eternal Diva, spoiler free. It's fantastic, although I didn't this time round because I wasn't able to find the DVD I bought. I have seen it, and it's great. All the VA's return, and it really does capture the spirit of the games while also throwing in all sorts of references for the fans. I don't remember much of the story, as I thought it was a little confusing, but that's not really the film's fault. Video game films can be good - Eternal Diva proves it. Get it cheap on eBay or Amazon or somewhere. I wouldn't pay more than a few bucks/quid for it, though. $10/£10 seems fair. If you're a fan of the cutscene bits in Layton, you'll love this. And also, it helps flesh out Descolé, which is a nice plus.

Professor Layton and the Miracle Mask

The series moves to 3DS for it's fifth installment.
I own a DS but not a 3DS. Is it worth picking one up for these two games?
Yes, it is. Get a 2DS, because the 3D effect is nice, but only really adds a bit of depth in the cutscenes. Also, 2DS is cheaper. They're essentially the same console, except you can fold one of them. And many games never ended up doing anything with the 3D after 2012 anyway.
The jump to 3D improves the series substantially - no longer is movement awkward and fiddly (did you know you can drag the shoe and suitcase across the screen, if you're lefthanded? I didn't. But I kept bloody doing it in DB, UF and LS.) but instead you click the spot on the map you want to travel to. The graphics improve, with Layton, Luke and Emmy as well as the other characters sporting 3DS models. They look great, and would be improved on again in AL, even though I thought they were good in MM.
I think there's something charming about MM's models - but AL's do look nicer.
Anyway, this time around the Masked Gentleman is running around and destroying the city of Monte D'Or, where we get to learn more about Professor Layton's backstory. We meet characters like Angela and Henry LeDore, who both knew Layton as a teen with best buddy Randall Ascot, who tragically disappeared in the Akbadain Ruins when he and Layton explored them years ago.

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Series veterans, at this point, will likely be able to see some of the big reveals coming, which only gets more and more subtle (spelled with sledgehammers) as the climax approaches. I enjoyed the story, and some of the mysteries were intriguing. The shop minigame was interesting, and the robot one was fine. I didn't much like the rabbit play one, though - it was too much trial and error if you chose the wrong move, and considering how some of the hints are worded, that was infuriating. The horse one, likewise, was good but infuriating when going after all the flags. Don't bother - I didn't.
Once again, the characters are funny and likeable - Aldus makes his return, and Emmy continues to bring much needed levity to the darkening plot begining to unfold. Like the bit where she sees the comment cards in the town hall:
Emmy: I'm tempted to write silly things on them!
Layton: I would advise agai— Oh, she's already started. [pulls hat over his eyes]
Or the bit when they go to the theme park.
Luke: Look, Professor! Families get thirty percent off all the rides!
Layton: Yes, Luke. Emmy. I know what you're thinking.
And she's more than willing to kick down the fourth wall for us fans to have a good laugh.
Luke: A ferris wheel chasing people around? That's just silly, Emmy!
Things that are great about MM in particular:
The puzzle design really improves in this game - the 3DS gives it much more in way of options for the puzzles. That trek through Akbadain was great for someone who never got to play LS's London Life. Who the fuck thought getting rid of that for Multiple language support was a good idea? You've already released the game in six languages, just have one language per game you shitheads, I bought the English version of the game for fuck's sake so I'm not exactly looking to play it in hablo Espanol am I? Cunts.
The daily puzzles were great, too, and I definitely prefer these batch to AL's, even though half of them end up in that game anyway.
Final Verdict:
The story's far better than LS. It's a bit predictable, it's a bit Friendship is Magic, but it's also exactly what you'd expect from Professor Layton. It ends on a happy note, which might not fit with the events that unfold in the climax, or the tragedy of the story before the ending, but I'm okay with that. I'm reminded of the last lines in Harry Potter Six, where it goes something along the lines of:
Tomorrow, Harry will have to begin his search in earnest. He will have to confront his fears, his past, Voldemort. He will have to leave everything he loves behind. But that was for tomorrow. Today, was for Harry to enjoy. The tears would come tomorrow.
I may have butchered that. It's been a long time since I read that book. All in all, I don't really have a lot to say about MM since most of my time was spent with the Daily Puzzles - it's all sort of blurred together, like an artist mixing paints until it all goes a bit grey.
Also, am I the only one who thought it was odd the ending credits had steel drums solos and other island-themed music for a game set solely in a desert? Not complaining - the song is cheery and good to listen to if you need to perk up. Just seems a bit out of place.

Professor Layton and the Azran Legacy

And here we are - the end of the hexology. Azran Legacy does for the world of Professor Layton what UF did for London - expands the world and the lore and makes it feel a more complete universe. Many new characters are introduced, but many are forgettable as a result. There's this one guy, Mackintosh, who I only remembered because I thought he looks a bit like Where's Waldo:

Which made it all the more funnier later on when he goes fucking missing.
Aurora was fine, but again, we've all seen the monotone, dead-eyed little girl tropes before. Her arc was an unexpectedly expected reveal, and her story ties back into the plot of Curious Village in a nice way (that bookend of the drive to St. Mystere was brilliant and I loved it). Bronev, and Targent on a whole, however, was quite a bit of a letdown for me - Bronev shows up out of nowhere at the climax of MM, and he's nowhere to be seen or heard about in LS (as far as I know). He's foreshadowed very poorly through the trilogy and while I like the idea of Layton-Descole-Bronev all sharing a past, it certainly isn't built up enough. Again, like with UF, I don't want to spoil the story as I feel you really deserve to see it for yourself if you haven't.
The only thing I'll fault the ending on is, as I said, what they did to Emmy's character. Her being a double agent feels like an ass-pull the series writers of HIMYM came up with. All her characterisation, undone in an instant. I really hope they write a repention arc in for her in the Katrielle game but don't tell me if they do - no spoilers.
Things that are great about AL in particular:
Desmond Sycamore! My god, and I thought Emmy was a breath of fresh air!
If you paid attention to the ending of MM then the big twist regarding Sycamore should be apparent. And yet, unlike the other predictable twists, it doesn't feel forced. In fact, noticing that Descolé's pal Raymond is the same guy as Sycamore's servant feels more a reward for paying attention, especially when you imagine the year gap between releases. Sycamore is just a great character - he's essentially Descolé but in the Layton party. Some of his moments are absolutely fantastic, but I really wish they let his snarky comments land with the NPCs if not the party. Also the name is great - Desmond Sycamore. Des Sycamore. Des-ca...more. Descolé. That's what tipped me off the first time I watched an LP of this game. Also the fact they're both voiced by Walter Rego.
Also, the Daily Puzzles are back! And they're great. Almost perfect! Apart from this one little achievement they've got where you have to do at least one daily puzzle every day for fifty days which can fuck off from wherever the people who ruined Emmy and thought London Life would flop in Europe fucked off to. I did it. It took me four fucking hours to reset my 2DS time every five minutes, more if you count the time I forgot to save on a 29-day streak so essentially did 80 days of constant puzzle solving for a shitty little flute.
Also, the minigames in particular were a let down this time around. The flower one was interesting at first, but the squirrel one was just a rehash of the same car one I've beaten three, maybe four times now.
Final verdict:
Azran Legacy was great, as were all of these games. Getting to see different locales was brilliant, seeing as I often got cabin fever towards the end of the other five games seeing the same areas over and over again. It was also nice you could visit them out of order, although why would you want to, honestly? That of course meant the puzzle difficulty levels off for a long time, but for younger or more casual fans thats fine. Someone below has made the argument that AL doesn't build towards a grander theme because of scattered locales, but I think for one game it's a nice change of pace. Layton ain't an exploration game by design so getting to explore felt like a reward for sticking with the series. I'm glad I did this.
Edit: I forgot to mention this in the original review, but I also immensely enjoyed the idea of daily puzzles in the last two games. Often, when I wasn't in a story mood, it was nice to fall back on getting the last few trophies for my collections in MM and AZ. I liked the idea of weekly puzzles in the first four games, and did most of the ones I had downloaded way back when, but these were like an Italian chef kissing his fingers for me. Simply sublime.

View the review for the Professor Layton vs. Phoenix Wright game here.

Edit as of 01/08/2020: I will not be reviewing Katrielle and the Millionaire's Conspiracy as first planned. I have finished three cases of that game and my initial impressions soon fell apart as I realized the game was simply... not for me, to put it diplomatically.
My thoughts on Katrielle are as follows: Play this Layton game first, but absolutely do not play it last. I played the 3DS version, maybe the switch is better, but I found it incredibly fiddly when writing in answers because a tap on the screen did a "pond-ripple" effect rather than writing, and I had to double-tap just to write.
I just... I just didn't like it, and I honestly don't expect it to get better. I figured the bird ate the camera roll... but the fact it SHIT ON THE ROLL, and Sheldon Cuntflaps was too proud to run the tape through the machine and cut it away shouldn't be lauded... it shouldn't even be laughed at. He should be fired for a) destruction of property and b) bringing an animal into work even though it was already against the rules.
That was when I said "fuck this, I'm out", which was a shame. Also, the names were all over the place this time. Lowonida, the Celtic word for London and also "Law and Order"? Contrived but damn clever. But Sherl O. C. Kholmes?
No. First time I heard that I think I actually, audibly retched. He even stumbles saying it in his puzzle victory speech. "They don't call me Sherl O. C. Kholmes for nothing." Maybe the O. C. stands for OC, like "My Sonic the Hedgehog OC DO NOT STEAL".
What was wrong with "Watson"? Or, like Earnest says, "Shirley"? Sherlock Basset, Shirley Basset for short. There you go - that's a name everyone can fucking enjoy.
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21st June 2019 (Royal Ascot Friday)

15:05 Albany - JM Jackson @ 15.00
JM Jackson finished second LTO in a race that is turning out to be quite hot. The winner and third placed horses have both run really well at Ascot this week at good odds, and in finishing second JM Jackson actually put up a speed rating good enough to win nine out of the last 10 renewals of this race. She was suited by being held up off a strong pace that day over five furlongs, and now on breeding and the way she races she promises to be suited better by a stiffer six furlongs. If you go back to her debut, she was second to Ventura Rebel who himself finished a neck second in the Norfolk today, only losing to a potentially very, very smart sort. Her form stacks up well on the clock and in the book, and in my opinion is over-priced.

15:05 King Edward - Private Secretary @ 5.00
Private Secretary is progressing nicely, winning a Listed race LTO in a good time and good style, travelling well and winning with a bit in hand. His form from earlier reads well, beating London Gold Cup runner up Sinjaari and New King, and this has been the plan since his impressive Goodwood success. As we saw in the Ribblesdale, Gosden can deliver one to Royal Ascot and find bundles of improvement, and on my speed ratings that Goodwood run is actually the best piece of form in this field and should take all the beating.

15:40 Commonwealth Cup - Jash @ 6.00
Jash looks a nice price to reverse the Middle Park form with Ten Sovereigns. He’s currently priced as though he couldn’t beat that rival now, but I think he looks a rock-solid bet at his price. If you go back to that Newmarket run, he was closing all the way to the line as soon as he met the rising ground, so in theory Ascot’s stiffer track should suit him well. It’s his come-back run, over seven furlongs again at Newmarket, that interests me most. There’s always the question about whether or not horses train on from two to three, but his win in that Listed race ticks a lot of boxes for me. Firstly, it was a really good speed rating, actually the best in here, proving he has developed into his three-year-old season. He travelled well throughout the race, and the horse he beat has since won a Group 3 so the form stacks up. Connections say he will improve plenty for that, and I think he will improve for being dropped back down to six furlongs. Ten Sovereigns has to be respected, and his run in the 2000 Guineas suggested he has probably trained on, but the form of that race gets worse with each passing week, and his price is much too short with questions still to answer.

16:20 Coronations Stakes - Happen e/w @ 21.00
Hermosa is a filly I really, really like and I can’t see her beaten here, but she’s odds-on with nine runners this has the look of a dirty each-way race. When you look past her and down the betting, I struggle to find fillies that I think could run a big race. Jubiloso was impressive LTO, but the speed rating was nothing special and she looks far too short, for all she represents powerful connections. Castle Lady is a French Classic winner, but my belief with French horses is that they tend to be trained to peak on their third race which might make this one race too many, and I’m not sure the form of that race will prove all that hot. Pretty Pollyanna doesn’t stay this far. The two that interest me are Twist N Shake and Happen, with my preference for the latter. Her win LTO was really impressive: she had to go wide down the outside and had a lot of ground to make up, finishing really strongly over seven furlongs in a manner which suggests she will improve plenty for this step up to a mile. If you go back and watch that performance, to me it looked like a Group 1 run in a Group 3. That was a decent speed rating, too, but with the potential for her to progress further I think she could chase home Hermosa and run into a place - or, if Hermosa has an off-day, spring an upset.

17:35 Duke of Edinburgh - Johnny Drama @ 13.00
Before I go into why I am so sweet on this horse, I just want to put some context around what I mean when I use the phrase “speed ratings”. I use software called Proform (it’s brilliant, if you haven’t tried it), and within that software they have their own speed ratings - which are calculated using the Mordin method. Basically, you take the overall time of any horse race, adjust it for the ground, and then assign a rating how well any horse has ran overall in any given race. These are not perfect because they don’t take into account how slowly/quickly races have been ran, and they tend to be more reliable in American racing which tends to be more truly ran, nor do they factor in weight differentials. But they are actually a very good guide as to the ability of a horse, and they form an important part of my form study. What I do with these is export them and adjust them for weight carried, and use them in conjunction with other factors.
Using these ratings, this horse has, by far, the most “in hand” over his field than any other race I have looked at this week. In fact, he could carry top weight and by my ratings still have 10lbs in hand on all known form. But he doesn’t. Instead, he’s carrying bottom weight, and based purely on his LTO performance when he won on the bridle, he’s 20+ lbs better than anything this field has achieved thus far. Further, he has since been bought by King Power racing, and his trainer believes that he’s going to better over longer trips. His form this season reads really well. He won a maiden on his seasonal reappearance, and horses behind have come out and won since: 3rd place won off 78, 4th place off 85 twice, 6th place has won a maiden. From his second run this season, the horse in 3rd - seven lengths adrift - has since won a handicap off 85. Johnny Drama got put up a stone for his most recent run, but I think that’s because the handicapper didn’t know what else to do with him, and I think that still massively under-estimates him. Whether he shows it in this or not, this horse should be able to complete in Group races down the line - I actually think he would go well in the King Edward VII Group 2 earlier on the card.
I’m not saying to put your mortgage on him because anything can happen on the day - who knows how he will handle the big occasion, or Ascot as a track - but it is very rare to see a horse’s speed rating be this much further ahead of anything else in the race, and when you consider that he achieved that in race where he made his own running in a small field, it’s just all the more impressive.
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14:30 Beverley 24 Sep 2019

I noted Zegalo down as an eye-catcher after a nice debut at Ascot at the start of the month. No bet at the price but looking forward to seeing if this Zoffany colt can get off the mark today.
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Halloween Annual #1: Harrowing Horrors

DC Next presents:

HALLOWEEN ANNUAL #1: Harrowing Horrors

 
 

Boo-ster Ghoul-d

By Dwright5252
 
“Don’t make me do this, Skeets,” Booster Gold pleaded with his robot companion as they flew over Hub City to their destination.
“It’s only fair,” Skeets replied, its voice inflecting a parental tone. “You were the cause of his house blowing up.”
“So let’s send him a bouquet of flowers and an ‘I’m sorry’ card,” Booster offered. “I can’t be seen twice in this dreg-infested hellhole. My image-”
“Your image is garbage right now. You can afford to take a break from looking like a fool to have a horror movie marathon with your ancestor, who was almost killed when you brought an assassin to his doorstep.”
“I hate horror movies,” Booster grumbled as they set down in front of a shoddy apartment complex. Booster skimmed the grime covered directory and buzzed Daniel Carter’s apartment.
“Yeeeeessss?” came a campy voice on the other end. Booster opened his mouth to reply when Skeets holoprojected two words in front of him: Be Nice!
“Hey! Dan the Man!” Booster enthused. “We’re here for the Horror Fest, let us up!”
The door buzzed loudly as Booster and Skeets made their way into the dimly lit lobby.
“Welcome to my humble abode!” Daniel greeted the duo at his door wearing the cheesiest vampire outfit Booster had ever seen. Looking around the room, Booster thought that his ancestor’s statement about it being humble was putting things lightly. The apartment was even darker than the entrance downstairs. A strange green paste covered the walls and cobwebs draped themselves across every conceivable surface.
“Wow,” Booster stated. Skeets forcefully knocked into his head. “What atmosphere!”
“Right?!” Daniel said enthusiastically. “I barely had to make it spooky for the holiday!”
“So when are the other guests arriving?” Booster asked as he looked around for a clean spot to sit on. He saw a large book and decided that was his best bet as he placed it on a moth eaten chair and sat down on top of it.
“You two are the only ones invited!” Daniel handed Booster a red drink, a chunk of ice crudely shaped into a skull floating in the middle of it. Booster raised the glass and smiled nervously.
“Oh, ok,” he murmured as he cautiously tipped the drink into his mouth. Non-alcoholic, of course, Booster thought sadly.
“So let’s get this party started with a little bit of ‘Evil Dead!’” Daniel shouted as he turned the CD player off and popped a disc into the worn TV set on the far side of the room.
The screen flickered violently. Static crawled up and down the glass like a caged animal. The dim lights in the room began to spark and glow brightly. Daniel frantically hit the eject button on the DVD player. The disc shot out of the compartment like a bullet, flying directly at Booster’s face. He quickly blasted it with his gauntlets, the fragments embedding themselves into the oozing walls.
Suddenly Booster was launched from his seat as the book he sat on rose into the air. A screaming face appeared on the cover, the leather contorting like dried skin into the visage.
“Daniel,” Booster yelled over the strange wind that had whipped up as the book levitated before them. “Where did you get that book?”
Daniel looked sheepishly at Booster, who dodged the punch bowl that had hurled itself at his head.
“I got it from a thrift store. I thought it would add some spooky ambiance.”
Booster sighed and pointed his blasters at the floating book. The shots ricocheted off of the leather exterior and exploded into the walls. When the blast hit the green ooze, it glowed a menacing emerald and started pulsating.
“Skeets! Hope you have an exorcist subroutine stored in that dome of yours!”
“You’re lucky the museum does holiday themes,” Skeets said. Ancient runes appeared inside its visor and glowed the same color green as the walls.
“Klaatu, Barata, Nikto!” Skeets intoned over and over as the wind whirled to a fever pitch. Items were tossed around like boats on rough waters and Daniel was sent flying through his kitchen. Howls and screams echoed in Booster’s ears as he continued blasting the book. Just when the noise became unbearable, it all suddenly stopped.
The book fell to the floor with a massive thud, as did the other objects around the room. Booster picked up the tome and chucked it out the window.
“My apartment! It’s shredded!” Daniel yelled as he appeared behind the kitchen counter, a large amount of garbage stuck in his hair. Booster looked around at the devastation caused by the magic book. Massive holes lined the walls from the gauntlet blasts Booster sent at the book. The green paste now covered every other surface of the apartment. It would take days, maybe even weeks to get the apartment back to normal.
“Welp, thanks for the party! We have to get going, I’m picking up a distress call out on Lake Michigan,” Booster said quickly as he grabbed Skeets, tucked him under his arm like a football and ran for the door. He heard Daniel’s cries for help as the door slammed behind him.
“How were you able to stop that book from demonizing everything around us?” Booster asked Skeets as they passed an unconscious man reeking of alcohol in the stairwell and walked out of the apartment building.
“Honestly, I just picked a phrase from the movie you were going to watch,” Skeets admitted. Booster laughed as they rose to the sky and flew off, unaware of the sickly green glow coming from the alley below them.
 
 

A Time Travel Joke

By VengeanceKnight
 
Hi, random stranger. I’m here to tell you a joke. So, a guy gets a time machine…
Wait. First I gotta tell you about this guy. OK, so we’ve got this guy called the Joker. Big-name supervillain, agent of chaos, no sense of acceptable humor, and a BIG sense of UNacceptable humor. White face, wears a purple jacket, matches wits with this guy called “Batman.” You’ve probably never heard of him.
*Right. OK, so this guy, this Joker, he gets his hands on a time machine, and he’s wondering what to do with it. Should he kill a hated enemy in the past by summoning two extra versions of himself across time? Nah, the idea of Three Jokers sounds ridiculous. Should he just randomly steal stuff that he couldn’t before? Too derivative of that baby-killing time traveller thief, whatsisface... ‘Chronos’? *
Anyway, Joker can’t think of a good idea on how to use this time machine. But then he gets the idea to use the time machine for what he does best... tell a joke!
*So he goes back in time, and finds this random guy. He says to the guy, he says, “Hi, I’m here to tell you a joke. Imagine a world, where everything is a joke. Where, people exist just to serve as inspirations for jokes, no, inspirations for every joke ever. Like, there are chickens that cross the road all the time just so they can inspire someone to tell a chicken joke. *
“Now at first you’re thinking, ‘well, this isn’t so bad.’ Ya gotta think of the bad jokes, then, pal. For instance, ‘what do you get when you cross a bunny with a rottweiler? Just the rottweiler.’ Funny, right? Well, a bunny just died in that joke universe so I could tell that joke. That’s how it works.
“Every joke anyone’s ever told has triggered something horrible in that universe to retroactively inspire you to tell those jokes. And no one in this universe knows exactly what this is, until this one random guy gets told by another random guy explaining what the nature of this universe is, and that he’s the punchline to a joke, too.
“So this first random guy decides that if he’s going to be the brunt of all these jokes, he might as well make some of his own. So he starts telling jokes, but no one gets them since this universe doesn’t gets humor. They experience it every minute of every day, but they don’t understand it. So he realizes that the best way to make his own jokes is to set them in motion instead of just telling them to people. So he starts putting chickens in roads, knocking on people’s doors and introducing himself with gaggy names, stuff like that. *
“Then he thinks bigger. He shoots up a bunch of people in front of a hospital because the hospital is nearly bankrupt and one doctor wished for patients. He prevents orphans from playing in a Little League because they don’t know where ‘home’ is. And people are angry at him for it, and call him insane.
“But one day, he has this really good idea for a joke. He decides to get a time machine, go back in time and tell some random guy the secret of the universe, instead of anyone else. So he does that, and the random guy decides to start telling his own jokes.”
So then the Joker leaves the random guy on the street, goes to the future, and returns the time machine to where he found it.
Hell of a joke, right? Or was it just an anecdote? I never can tell…
Anyways, bye!
 
 

Every Second is a Gift

By JPM11S
 
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AUTHORS NOTE: While this story takes place after the events of The Flash: Gone Through a Mirror, there will be no spoilers.
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The joyous sounds of laughing children running across freshly cut grass filled the chill, nighttime air, of which nipped at the exposed skin of Barry Allen, who was dressed in his Flash costume, and his nephew, William West, who was dressed as Mister Crandall’s long presumed dead sidekick, Mercury. As the pair strode along the sidewalk wearing their outlandish costumes, William tried to cover himself as best he could, wrapping his arms around his chest and looking down at the ground, his long, black hair drooping down to just above his eyes.
“What’s the matter, bud?” asked Barry, a concerned look in his crystal blue eyes.
William gave an indignant grunt.
“Don’t want to talk about it then, I take it?” He paused for a moment before continuing. “How about I take a guess at what’s bugging you?”
No response.
“I’ll take that as a yes. We’ll, lets see… uh… it’s your birthday, good’ole October thirty-first, and you’re here trick-or-treating with me. Probably not what you want to be doing exactly.”
William looked up. “You think!?!? I had a Halloween party to go to, man, but my mom and dad wouldn’t let me and made you take me out to this stupid-ass place!”
“First of all, language, second of all, they didn’t make me do anything, and third of all, what’s so wrong with going trick-or-treating with your Uncle Barry?”
“It’s embarrassing! I’m sixteen!”
Barry didn’t quite get why that would be embarrassing, but he elected to ignore that fact and said, “And I’m twenty-five.”
“It’s like… different for adults… or something! You guys don’t get embarrassed!”
“Sure we do.”
“Oh, yeah? When?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” a small smirk etched itself onto Barry’s face. “Those crooks that get caught by the Flash probably get pretty embarrassed.”
“Another thing! You’re like obsessed with the Flash!”
“What’s wrong with a healthy appreciation for our home-town hero?
“You dressed up in an adult costume for god’s sake! And I had to dress up as your sidekick!”
Barry thought the coordination was actually quite nice. “I mean… it is Halloween.”
“Do you see any of the other adults dressed up?”
Barry looked around. “No…”
“Exactly. I’d rather be literally anywhere but here.”
“I’m sure you don’t mean that literally.” Barry sighed. “Listen, I’m sorry you’re so embarrassed, but your parents probably had good reason to not let you go to that party. Just try to make the most of the present, okay? Every second is a gift.”
William sighed. “Could be worse, I guess. It’s not like I know anyone here,” he laughed, “and even if I did, I’m wearing a mask. And there could not be candy involved.”
A wide smile came across Barry’s face. “That’s the spirit!”
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A Night To Remember

By AdamantAce
 
On their neverending travels across the country - saving people, hunting things - a psychic scream for help brought the brave members of Night Force to Keystone City.
And though the magically inclined Traci Thirteen couldn’t shake the magical disruption she’d detected, she was left pouring over her notes to find a spell to make sense of it. To find the one in need and to know what they were up against.
Alice, the Crimson Avenger, wouldn’t stop. As the team hunkered down in the squat they had set up in, she stayed up for hours trying to sense the vengeful spirits that inhabited her twin handguns, hoping they would direct her to a monster worth slaying.
And Grant Wilson, the Ravager, kept staring at his phone, waiting, hoping for some contact with his father. They had hit a dead end, and none of them were about to let themselves rest.
But then the door swung open, and in barged their red-faced teammate, Eddie Bloomberg, the Kid Devil. He and their last teammate, the jade-skinned Jennie Hayden, had found a clue.
That clue led them to the house of Marvin and Wendy White, local students. On Halloween night, the house boomed with the pop hits of the day, as inebriated youths danced their cares away in playful costumes varying from intricately stitched together cardboard boxes to skimpy outfits with animal ears.
Grant knew that if one of these party-going teens was being haunted, or worse: if one of them was a monster in disguise, then he and his team had to infiltrate this party and see what they could learn. And so, of course, they had to dress appropriately.
Grant dressed in a blue shirt with a white sweater pulled on top. It was more casual, and a lot more comfortable than his regular work uniform. He straightened the amber ascot around his neck as he approached the door, ringing the doorbell. Behind him was Alice, less comfortable to be out of her leather jacket and squeezed into a short, violet dress and lilac tights. Traci seemed mostly at ease, with her red pleated skirt and orange sweater, and Eddie was grinning ear-to-ear to be stood in a slight oversized brown onesie, a mascot-like dog head shoved onto his shoulders. But to complete the crew, Jennie was less than happy. She’d drawn the short straw among the girls, and thus had ended up uncharacteristically dressed as Shaggy. Or, rather, zombie Shaggy, to excuse her verdant complexion. It was the one night of the year she didn’t have to worry about that, at least.
Grant was half worried that they wouldn’t get into the party, but as a drunken teen swung open the door to answer it, promptly disappearing back into the party seconds after, Eddie was proven right. People were too busy enjoying themselves to worry about stupid details like being invited.
So Mystery Inc. moved into the party and began to blend in, grabbing drinks and trying to enjoy themselves. All while doing what Grant had instructed them to: split up and look for clues.
Alice did a remarkable job of playing the role of a ditzy valley girl, curling her hair around her finger as several men approached to talk at her. Jennie hid behind her thick-framed costume glasses, nervous to be in such a busy and energetic setting. Sticking close to the walls, she ended up chatting with a motor-mouthed girl imaginatively dressed as a ‘dead schoolgirl’ about the minute details of the girl’s senior thesis, Jennie nodding along to every other word as the girl’s voice was almost entirely drowned out by the thumping bassline of the club beat.
Traci moved about the room, red solo cup in hand, listening in on as many conversations as she could while discretely casting a magic detection spell, so far finding no trace of their target.
Finally, Eddie watched as Grant won three consecutive games of beer pong, putting the rest of the boys at the party to shame with his immaculate aim. With a pleased grin on his face, he grabbed the young devil in the Scooby-Doo costume and pulled him to the side of the room.
“So what made you think there was something here again?”
“Jen beat up some kid who said that someone on the football team had been replaced by a changeling.”
Just then, Grant tracked Alice as she darted across the room, shoving dancing teens aside as she made a beeline to the far patio door. As she burst out into the back yard, Grant looked to Eddie, saying “Grab Jennie and Traci,” before heading after Alice.
But as he made his way into the nearly empty, darkened garden, there was no threat Alice had rushed towards. Just Alice, doubled over, scared she was about to throw up.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
Alice turned, spotting Grant and then straightening up her back. “Nothing,” she asserted. “Just… not used to drinking alcohol.”
Grant nodded. He understood that. Not everyone was raised by parents with a fine and acute appreciation for whiskey. “Well, can I get you a glass of water, or something?"
“No,” Alice coughed. “I think I’ll be okay now.”
Their eyes met for a second before Alice looked away. Grant got it. She wasn’t a girly girl, she was barely 25 and a trained assassin, so no doubt she’d spent a lot of her life alone. She very clearly wasn’t the type who relied on others, slow to let anyone in. But Grant saw a different side to her that night. In her short dress, with her hair brushed out a curled, and her face made up for the party… she was almost human. And now, even if she hated it, she was vulnerable.
Alice looked back. “What are you looking at?” she spat defensively. “Shouldn’t you be getting back to the party? Isn’t there some monster hiding inside?”
“No,” Grant replied, moving down to sit beside her on the stone steps of the patio. “I’ll sit here until you’re feeling good enough to head back in with me. Besides, there is no changeling. Eddie quite clearly made it all up to trick us into cutting loose.”
Alice looked to Grant. She had to admit that she was exhausted. From always running, from non-stop searching. “Then maybe we should.”
But, back inside the house, Traci called out. A purple energy bubble coalesced, forcing the drunken teens back, forming an arena just for her and the party-going imposter she had identified. Marvin White sneered, his smooth skin melting away to reveal a coarse, grey face, his eyes shining red.
Outside of the bubble, Eddie looked to Jennie, to Grant and Alice out in the garden, and then to Traci, squaring off against a changeling Eddie thought he’d made up. “Ruh-roh.”
 
 

Ted Kord: American Hero

By PatrollinTheMojave
The wind swept through the cold streets of Chicago. It was a wicked night. People walked the street, but they remained blissfully unaware of the dangers that waited around every corner. Lucky for them, tonight they had a protector. Tonight, they had
THE BLUE BEETLE
A woman’s nasally voice found its way up the stairs, “Theodoooore!”
The 13-year-old Ted Kord turned to his door and shouted, “I’m almost ready, Mooooom!”
Ted was ready. He’d spent every free moment over the last few months building his costume by hand. Now, it was perfect. The blue bodysuit clung to Ted. He’d squeezed into it earlier today to test for issues and repair rips. All that was left was the finishing touches. Ted clicked his utility belt shut - modified from his cowboy belt from last year, now with added pockets! He inspected the outfit fixed on the closet door. Still one thing missing.
Ted snatched a pair of orange-lensed goggles from his bed and strapped them on. As he did, his mom’s voice called up again,
“Theodoooore! It’s time to go!”
“I said I’m coming mom!”
He had to hurry. Every minute he spent in his room was a minute innocents were in danger. Ted turned to the huge poster of Dan Garrett - the real Blue Beetle - hanging on his wall and saluted. The poster depicted Dan standing heroically with his hands on his hips. Below him, the words, ‘The American Hero’ were written in neon blue letters. Ted smiled, “I’m gonna do you proud, Dan!”
With one more quick nod at his hero, Ted hurried down the steps. His mom was waiting at the bottom with a cigarette pressed between her lips. She was a smaller woman with puffy brown hair on her head and large hoop earrings hanging from her ears. “Theodore, what took you so long? Mommy’s friends are about to get here.”
Ted tried to speak, but his mother interrupted him.
“And where’s your pillowcase? What are you supposed to hold your candy in? Run upstairs and grab it.”
Ted shook his head, “No candy for me tonight. Tonight, I serve the people so that they might live in a world where they can eat their candy freely.”
Ted’s mom rubbed her hand over her face and sighed, “Alright, sweety. Well, be back by nine.”
“Will do, mom!”
Ted stalked the streets of Chicago, watching over the ghosts and mummies that shambled from door to door, collecting their sweets. He’d already helped a princess re-tie her shoes and directed a group of wary travelers to the house where they were giving out full-size bars. Now, he was about to face his greatest challenge of the night.
He heard something around the corner of an alleyway. A boy, shouting for help. “Hey! Give that back! That’s miiiine!”
Someone was in danger.
Ted rushed into the alley, disregarding the danger of feral cats, the dark, or worse. What he found was sickening: evildoers.
A group of older boys were tossing a kid’s candy basket between them. Each time one of the three teens caught the basket, they grabbed a piece of the bounty therein, stealing the hard-earned work of a citizen. The basket was only half full, but based on the wrappers littering the cold asphalt, so much damage had already been done. In the center of three criminals, a boy in a knight costume was on the verge of tears, pleading with the thieves to return what was stolen, “Please! I won’t tell on you, just give it baaack!”
Ted tightened his grip. It was time. He put on his best booming voice, “No need to sully your hands by making deals with these miscreants, citizen! They were just leaving. That is, after they handed back what was taken.”
Laughter erupted from the older boys. One of them, dressed in a dark hoodie and baseball cap sneered, “Well who is this? Egghead Ted? Why don’t you scram and we won’t take your candy too.”
Ted shook his head and walked towards the thieves, “As the Blue Beetle, I must demand you stop at once. This is your last chance to leave before things get ugly.”
The thieves wouldn’t stop laughing. Baseball cap spoke again, “Things are already ugly with you here, now go run back to your whore mom.”
Ted tightened his grip. On the day he received his Blue Beetle Fan Club membership card, he took an oath to fight evil wherever it reared its ugly head. It was time to fight evil.
Ted charged forward and threw his fist at the boy in the baseball cap, hitting him square in the mouth. The plastic candy pail clattered to the ground and Ted used the moment of shock to urge the knight, “Get out of here! It’s too dangerous.”
The knight gave a quick nod and scooped up as much candy as he could carry before making a break for the alley. Ted took a step to his right the cover the innocent’s escape.
The boy in the baseball cap, meanwhile, was massaging his jaw. “I think that little shit chipped one of my teeth.”
Ted smiled, “Surrender now and no more harm will come to you.”
Instead, one of the other teens grabbed Ted by his neck and threw him to the ground. He collided with the asphalt hard. Ted tried to pull himself back to his feet but before he could, a swift kick sent him sliding across the ground, tearing holes in his costume and scraping up his skin.
Ted reached for a trash can to pull himself up. He gained enough leverage to get to his knees, but another cold boot stamped onto his back, forcing Ted to the ground in pain. As murky brown water lapped at his waist, Ted’s consciousness faded.
When Ted came to, he was sitting in a hospital bed with stitches, four broken bones, and a fracture. The criminals hit hard, the costume was destroyed, and Ted didn’t get any candy that night. But whenever he looked back at the memory, he couldn’t help but view the night as a success. That night, an innocent citizen slept easy. All thanks to Ted Kord.
 
 
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20th June 2019 (Royal Ascot Thursday)

15:05 Norfolk - Strive For Glory @ 26.00
Ascot tends to dry well, especially on the straight course, so I’m hopeful the ground dries out to some extent and that connections let Strive For Glory take his chance because I think he’s a massive price and on faster ground would be among the head of the market. Firstly, American bred horses in this race tend to incredibly well: in the last 10 years, horses bred from USA sires have ran 27 times in the Norfolk, resulting in 6 winners, another 6 placed, and having beaten 61% of their rivals. There is a lot of talk about Ascot having a sandy base now, which might explain why the straight track tends to lend itself to horses with all-weather form, which should theoretically suit American dirt-bred horses. His run LTO is really strong on the clock (I’ve actually got it 2lbs better than the best speed rating of the favourite, Sunday Sovereign). He was unlucky that day: he missed the break, and then he got short of room and had to switch his run around horses and only started to get going again in the final furlong to stay on for 3rd. The winner of that race has franked the form by finishing 8th in the Queen Mary today (only 4 lengths behind the leader). Ascot’s stiffer track should suit him, and he’s drawn by the likely pace angle Maven so should have every chance of getting into the race.

15:05 Hampton Court - Sangarius @ 8.50
Headman was my original pick for this before being declared a non-runner, but Sangarius is interesting proposition at a fair price. He’s trained by the master of Royal Ascot, Sir Michael Stoute, and representing these connections you’d expect him to be spot on for this. His two-year-old form is solid by this field’s standards - I remember Simon Rowlands (who has also tipped him for this) being impressed by his Doncaster run, and he finished fourth in the Dewhurst - and his only run this season when third in a Listed race reads really well both in terms of form and speed ratings. On the clock that run is as good as anything in here, and you would definitely expect him to improve from that given his trainer; but what’s more the winner of that, King of Comedy, finished second in the St James’ Palace Stakes, but if you watch the race he was clearly the best horse in there and should have won. He needs to improve by about 7lbs to match what a typical winner would achieve in this race, but so does the rest of this field, and given how unexposed he is, the form he has got, the trainer he has got, you wouldn’t bet against him showing it.

15:40 Ribblesdale - Fleeting @ 2.62
I don’t generally like backing at short prices, but Fleeting should be hacking up in this, baring accidents, and I can’t really see what can beat her. The only horses who, to my (amateur) speed ratings, who have the form to win this are Fleeting, Peach Tree and Frankelina; Peace Tree probably doesn’t stay this far and her best form is as a two-year-old, and Frankelina I think has a real daisy-cutting action and won’t go on the softer ground here. Fleeting, meanwhile, is rock solid: she will go on the ground - I actually think, based on her action, that she will improve for it - she was an unlucky third in the Oaks, and based on sectionals there’s a good argument for suggesting she was better than her third place. Her form is clearly the best on offer, and as we’ve already seen this week, Coolmore haven’t supplemented her for nothing.

16:20 Gold Cup - Cross Counter @ 5.00
Cross Counter is a horse I really like. He’s got serious talent - as seen when setting a track record at Goodwood, shrugging off Dee Ex Bee in the process - and when he became the first British trained horse to win the Melbourne Cup. He has looked in his last two races as though this trip would not be an issue for him, and he won the Melbourne Cup on soft ground so the ground won’t be an issue. Stradivarius is likely to be vulnerable on softer ground, and Cross Counter is an improving four-year-old and I think he could be the best stayer around.

17:00 Britannia - Aweedram @ 23.00
Aweedram was eye-catching LTO at Haydock. It’s possible the ground was too firm for him, but he looked to be going well before finished 6th under a “considerate” ride. He looks to have more to offer than a rating of 92, he’s a course and distance winner and he won’t mind any ease in the ground.
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13/07/2019 - July Cup Preview

I’m going to try and post more big-race previews here, and my “angle” into them will be through the use of Proform Speed Ratings and a very, very basic race simulation approach (stole the idea from The Helpful Punter, but his would be far more advanced than mine). These Speed Ratings are not infallible - they use the Mordin method, which only considers the overall time of the race - but they are a useful guide to identifying horses who might be over-priced or under-looked in the market.
The way I do it is by adjusting all historical Speed Ratings - posted by the horse, and previous winners of the same or similar races - and then adjust them to each horse’s racing weight for today's race. So, if I say that a horse achieved a rating of 70 last time out, I’m saying that when you adjust that horse’s speed rating for the weight they are carrying TODAY, the rating comes out to 70.

July Cup Preview:
The July Cup is one of the best sprint races on the planet and is probably the best sprint race in the European calendar, and as such it usually takes a top notch speed rating to win it. Based on the past 10 renewals, the typical Speed Rating required to win the July Cup is 80. Harry Angel was a surprisingly ‘slow’ winner of this race two years’ ago when only running to 73, but otherwise all recent winners have had to run to a level between 77 and 83.

Advertise is the obvious runner to start with - the current 3/1 favourite. He posted a career best 84 last time out when winning the Commonwealth Cup, a significant step-forward on anything he did as a two-year-old (which says a lot as he was already Group 1 winner that season and achieved plenty on the clock). He’s got winning form over the July course, too, which counts for a lot here. I think he’s rock-solid as a favourite and I don’t see anything in the shape of the race that would unduly inconvenience him. That’s not to say Advertise will definitely run to the same level again, or something else can’t show improvement, but he’s shown himself good enough to win a July Cup and he wouldn’t necessarily need to improve on his run at Ascot in order to do so.

Dream of Dreams is second favourite based his eye-catching second-placed run LTO in the Diamond Jubilee, for which he earns a solid but unspectacular 78. He would appear to have ran a career best at Royal Ascot, and given he’s trained by Sir Michael Stoute we will no doubt be hearing that he’s “improving”, but I don’t agree with it. He ran to a similar level at the end of last season when placed second in a Group 3 at Ascot, and the season before that when winning a Listed race. On paper finishing second in the Diamond Jubilee would rank as a career best, but it was a weak enough renewal and he didn’t need to do anything other than run to his previous best to finished second. He’s an exposed five-year-old now and has only shown July Cup ability in three starts out of 21, and even then it would need to be a weak renewal at that for Dream of Dreams to win. That’s about as good as he has ever been on his best days. I think he’s much too short - if anything, he could be a place lay on the day if he’s still a short price. Cape Byron is another seemingly improving type who is priced on potential, but he’s also much too short as the current 9/2 third favourite. He’s a horse who has previously been winning over a mile, so it’s not the biggest surprise in the world that he could step down in trip for a stiff track like Ascot, but to do it on the quick July Course is a totally different kettle of fish. He ran to 78 in the Victoria Cup and 79 in the Wokingham, which is a level he has run before, but similar arguments apply: he’s exposed and he’s not sure to like this test.

Brando has proven himself to be consistently capable of running to figures in the high 70s and on rare occasions low 80s. He has placed in this race the last two years, and in neither did he get the best trip, but a rating of about 80 is probably his ceiling. That means he is good enough to win a July Cup, and at 9/1 he’s fair enough bet, but he does need things to drop right.

Limato (86) is the most interesting one, though. At his best, there is no doubt he would wipe the floor with this field: 5 of the 12 of the best speed ratings available here belong to Limato, all of them good enough to win a July Cup (obviously, considering he has already won one) and in his best ever rating when second in the Nunthorpe he ran to a gigantic 92. This shows he was a world-class sprinter at his best, but what should also be noted is that he ran to 86 LTO when winning a Group 3 at this track under a penalty, which is as good as he has been since his July Cup winning season. He travelled powerfully through that, and connections are fairly adamant that he was idling in front and that there was plenty more in the locker. He did run poorly in this race last year, but in my opinion it was too bad to be true - it’s the only time has ever run a class 1 European sprint on decent ground and not hit the frame. He had two terrible runs before that after being badly campaigned as a miler, and I suspect he needed the subsequent drop in class to get back in the winning groove as a sprinter. Being seven-years-old isn’t a barrier to Group 1 success for sprinters, and he looks as if he’s in retention of most of his powers. I think he should be vying for favouritism with Advertise.

Advertise aside, the three-year-old form looks solid if not spectacular. Given they receive weight (even though it is weight-for-age), they are held to a higher standard than their elder rivals and as such need to run to a higher level. They will probably need to run to a rating of 82, but aside from Advertise, so far they have all fallen ever-so-slightly slightly short of that. Ten Sovereigns (81), Pretty Pollyanna (81), and Fairyland (79) are all veering on being good enough, but So Perfect (83) stands out as a surprising contender, who ran a career best when decisively winning a Group 3 in good time and style over this trip. She has since disappointed in the Jersey Stakes, but I’m of the opinion that she didn’t stay and has been waiting for a drop in trip. As a two-year-old she finished third in the G1 Cheveley Park Stakes and second behind Advertise in the G1 Phoenix Stakes, so she has plenty of back-class to boast.

This looks an open renewal, but I’ve whittled my shortlist down to four: Advertise, Limato, Brando and So Perfect. This is a price game, though, and of those four Limato (10/1) and So Perfect (25/1) look to be the most over-priced.
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HorseRacing Sheets 19/01/2019

HorseRacing Tips Sheets

Todays Cards
Welcome newcomers and hello again followers. I shall be posting regularly again however it will be on Mondays, Wednesday’s and Fridays. I’ll gladly increase the postings if they become popular like they have previously.
I would like to apologize for my failure to post sheets yesterday. This was due to something unavoidable.
And now, without further ado...
If you have been following these Sheets you would usually be reading right now how these Sheets will be locked in a .zip file and will need a password to access them.
There will be two passwords to access the sheets.
The first one will never change however the second one will. This second password can only be retrieved through a PM.
If you run into problems inputting the password then that is most likely down to the way the password has been constructed. The passwords are designed to not be easily ‘Copied & Pasted’ and will occasionally include special characters/symbols so please input the password manually as you see it and DO NOT COPY AND PASTE IT
If you are struggling to access the sheets please PM and refrain from asking on this post, thank you.
I apologise in advance if I do not get to your PM in time.
I bet cautiously and I dont ever chase my losses. I play with £50 each day and aim to double this which 9/10 I do. Please further read here for more on how I bet
Today I have done my sheet/s at Ascot, Lingfield, Haydock, Taunton and *Wolverhampton. *
You can find all meetings here.
Your first password is ZXJpY3RoZWJhbmFuYQ== (Click link and Decode)
Click here to retrieve the Second Password
I’m happy to do other meetings upon request. To make it easy I have created a pre-filled direct message in the following PM link.
Please send me a PM.
Again I apologise if I do not respond to your message before race start.
I have made a vast improvement on the ratings due to feedback positive and negative and hopefully these changes will reflect this and gain you some results

The Guide to using the sheets

I have changed the original 3 types of ratings on the sheet but it is still legible.
First one will be in the Orange column within the sheet titled ‘A-rating’. This is a rating based on each horses average earnings and ability based on various criteria such as meeting, distance, going, class, course etc.
The second rating is the Horses Form. This again is in the Orange column within the sheet titled ‘HF-rating’.. This gives a Form Rating based on each horses sex, days since last race, form, weight, market position etc.
You will find the third rating in the ‘HF-rating’ sheet next to the selections. You will notice it’s a Combined Score I have given the horses rated in the sheets ‘A-rating’ and ‘HF-Rating’. Using this combined score is not definitively going to outright give you the best horse so please be wary of using it and do your own research if you’re not confident. Just because a horse has a combined score of 100, does not mean it will be the best. Again this is just my own number crunching to aid me in my selection process and I do not always pick the highest score!
The rating I use and rely on the most is the HF-Rating
*Upon looking at these ratings, if the majority of the horses CS rating in a race are way below 100 and average around 50-65 I tend to not place any bets on that race but may choose to Dutch the race. *
A lot of my betting is done by Dutching the races. The Dutching Calculator will always be pre-filled in correlation to the sheets however it is open to you to alter the Stake, Horse and it’s odds (if they have changed).
  • For example just removing horse selections from its pre-filled cell/s, will remove its odds and stakes etc or perhaps swapping or adding a horse in the selections column will automatically grab its odds, what stake to use etc.*
The Dutching Calculator has been designed to be user friendly.
Please feel free to request information on how to use the ’Dutching Calculator’ sheet or how to Dutch in general if you are unsure.
Also please note any horses A-rating and HF-rating rated in the high 100’s isn’t always a ‘SURE BET’. The aim of doing these sheets is to gauge out the top horses and eliminate any outliers. You can then focus some further research on these to ensure a decent bet.
One could happily use these Sheets to find the outliers and lay them. I find sometimes you’ll come across a false favourite and it’s these that can make you decent profits with laying.
Any help or advice please don’t hesitate to PM and ask.

Supporting me, buying me a beer & donations

For several years I have been following horse racing and I have invested untold amounts of time in making these horse racing sheets. If you use any of these sheets to assist you in your selections or just for fun, please consider a small donation which will help keep me smiling and importantly keep these sheets coming. Many of you have already made me smile through PM’s, telling me about your winnings and also providing great feedback, and I thank you wholeheartedly.
A donation is completely optional, and can be made here. I refuse to be affiliated with any betting websites and would never make providing these sheets a paid service. I create and provide these sheets because I enjoy it and because I know how easy and quicker it makes your selection process.
Please consider donating me a beer and getting drunk with me or if you’re not a drinker, then how about donating me a coffee. as a thank you for using these racing sheets that I’ve worked hard to create and constantly improve on.
Disclaimer Gambling can be a great pastime or to some it can be a source of income when approached with the correct mind and skill-set. Please don’t gamble money you don’t have and know when to take a step back. If your having a naff day then leave it as that. STOP. Call it a day and DON’T CHASE YOUR LOSSES. For whatever reason you wish to post these ratings sheets on a forum or website or anything else. Please PM me first. I’m happy to show support elsewhere but don’t take lightly for others stealing my work. If I see this happen I will stop posting.
THESE SHEETS HAVE HIDDEN MARKERS WITHIN SOME OF THE SHEETS TO IDENTIFY THEM AS MY OWN WORK SO DON’T ATTEMPT TO COPY AND PASS THEM AS YOUR OWN.
Finally...
...Happy Racing everybody!
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Tips - 22/06/2018

HorseRacing Tips Sheets

Todays Cards
4 Meetings today. Will be 5 when I include Ascot in the morning. (ASCOT NOW ADDED)
Today I have done my sheet/s at Market Rasen and at Redcar and at Newmarket and at Ayr and at Ascot.
I’m happy to do other meetings upon request. To make it easy I have created a pre-filled direct message in the following PM link. Please send me a PM
I have made a vast improvement on the ratings due to feedback positive and negative and hopefully these changes will gain results

The Guide to using the sheets

I have changed the original 3 types of ratings on the sheet but it is still legible.
First one will be in the Orange column within the sheet titled ‘A-rating’. This is a rating based on each horses average earnings and ability based on various criteria such as meeting, distance, going, class, course etc.
The second rating is the Horses Form. This again is in the Orange column within the sheet titled ‘HF-rating’.. This gives a Form Rating based on each horses sex, days since last race, form, weight, market position etc.
You will find the third rating in the ‘HF-rating’ sheet next to the selections. You will notice it’s a combined Score I have given the horses rated in the sheets ‘A-rating’ and ‘HF-Rating’. Using this combined score is not definitively going to outright give you the best horse so please be wary of using it and do your own research if you’re not confident. Again this is just my own number crunching to aid me in my selection process.
Upon looking at these ratings, if the majority of the horses ratings in a race are below 100 I tend to not place any single bets and happily choose to Dutch the race
Please feel free to request information on how to use the ’Dutching Calculator’ sheet or how to Dutch in general if you are unsure.
Also please note any horse rated in the high 100’s isn’t always a ‘SURE BET’. The aim of doing these sheets is to gauge out the top horses and you can focus some further research on these to ensure a decent bet.
Any help or advice please don’t hesitate to PM and ask.

Supporting, buying me a beer & donations

For several years I have been following horse racing and I have invested untold amounts of time in making these horse racing sheets. If you use any of these sheets to assist you in your selections or just for fun, please consider a small donation which will help keep me smiling and importantly keep these sheets coming. Many of you have already made me smile through PM’s, telling me about your winnings and also providing great feedback, and I thank you wholeheartedly.
A donation is completely optional, and can be made here. I refuse to be affiliated with any betting websites and would never make providing these sheets a paid service. I create and provide these sheets because I enjoy it and because I know how easy and quicker it makes your selection process. Please consider donating me a beer and getting drunk with me as a thank you for using these racing sheets that I’ve worked hard to create and constantly imrpove on.
Finally...
...Happy Racing everybody!
EDIT. Added ROYAL ASCOT SHEET
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