Tom Jones is still a Sex Bomb!

What a result, £70 up and Tom Jones wants my body!
Sorry the last part was a blatant lie, but we did win over £70 on the horses tonight and Tom Jones probably would have wanted my body if he looking through thick fog and if he wasn't happily married!

For those of you that have no idea what I am rambling on about, Julie, Lynn, Jean and I went to Newmarket races tonight and Tom Jones was singing live afterwards.
He is a legend.
It wasn't all straight forward though, but that shouldn't come as a surprise to any one who reads this regularly!
We were refused entry at first because we wasn't aware that we couldn't take picnics into the grounds and we had to eat Julie's assorted Chinese nibbles and my fruity summer coleslaw in quarter of the time I took to prepare it, painstakingly slicing each vegetable and fruit by hand. Plus my first drink of wine in nearly two weeks, was gulped down in about three mouthfuls and hardly touched the sides of my throat.
Not the leisurely picnic we were hoping for.
This all took part outside the entrance gates to the enclosure too, in a corner of the car park by a pile of rubbish where other people had been caught out too.
Second attempt at getting in, but this time they wouldn't let us bring the picnic chairs in to sit on either. Was there some sort of vendetta against us going on I wondered?
Lynn and Jean offered to run back to the coach with them while we went in and waited.

After that it went smoothly... well kind of if you disregard my oxygen running out just before we got back to Braintree.
Anyway, we only got to see four races out of six, but out of those four Julie picked two winners and as they were outsiders, we did very well indeed thank you very much!
I returned from the loo just in time to see our horse in the last race, have a second wind and romp home over taking all the leaders.
Result... Well done Julie!

Tom Jones was magic. His voice is just as good as it ever was and I do believe he is over 70 years old now, not many around that can belt out a tune like that and sound exactually the same as his records.
And he still has a twinkle in his eye, which we could see close up thanks to the huge screens that were everywhere. Believe me, I certainly wouldn't kick him out of my bed!
Thanks to the aid of the rail next to where we were standing, I was able to jig about to all my favourites; Kiss, Mumma told me not to come, Sex Bomb and Dahlia.
And I managed to walk back to the coach, although by the time we got to the coach my knuckles were white from where I was hanging on to the wheelchair like grim death! But I did it.

Thank you girls for a fab evening.

Lots of love Debbie x