[theo_luddite]

Many, many years ago, when I were knee high to a grasshopper, somewhere along the previous days we'd (me and my bros) seen some wierd looking pickles in a jar in a local shop (supermarkets were yet to be invented) and we called them alligators eggs. Likely they were gherkins. Any road, my mum and my gran had our dad put a few pence (it wouldn't have been pounds back then) each way on Red Alligator and it won. Likely it paid for Sunday lunch that weekend, which was always Yorkshires with the roast and afters that were Yorkshires and Golden Syrup. There isn't a better dessert on this earth. If you've never tried it - demand it this weekend.

I looked it up - 1968

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Chaffers if you want to push this hard enough, a few football players have had incidents in recent years where they could have died on the pitch. More than a few supporters have had incidents where they could have died in the stands. Do we ban football as a result? Or just a horse race you don't agree with?