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Crash, bang, wallop what a winner
Talk about starting Royal Ascot with a bang. A stunningly powerful, shattering bang that leaves you in awe, struggling to explain what you have just seen.
Well less of a bang, more a clanging, grinding, chuntering rumble.
Followed by a stream of brown water coming out of the tap. Then no water at all.
Not Frankel, obviously, but the apparent plumbing disaster that hit me earlier in the afternoon.
Turned out, after a lot of investigation, that our supply had been turned off at the stop-tap in the street by a man installing a water meter next door, who didn't realise he was cutting us off too.
Fixed in time to enjoy the great horse, whose 11-length romp at 1-10 was breath-taking even from 200 miles away.
Though nothing in racing is ever totally unprecedented. Paean actually won the Gold Cup by 15 lengths in 1987 (though that was on bottomless ground) and Venture VII took the St James's Palace Stakes at 1-33 back in 1960 (though remarkably he was facing only one rival that day).
A treat for those who got there early - apparently you needed to be super-punctual today as the hold-ups were awful.
Though you didn't want to be there too early. The first people through the gates when they opened this morning might have nabbed the good spots but they also ran the risk of being greeted by Derek Thompson with his At The Races hat on.
One middle-aged racegoer found a novel way of dealing with the thrusting microphone, turning on his heels after a cheery 'Good morning Brough' which left the great man speechless for once.