Weblog: What do you mean the Wi-Fi doesn't work? The life of a Racing Post reporter
Soccer and singles at Ponty
"Have you got the porn channel on? I have never seen so many men staring quietly at the screen."
No, we'd not been rumbled. Rather, the lass from Betfair had arrived in the Pontefract pressroom midway through the first half of England v France, an hour and a half before the first, a time when many a pre-racing task can be done with half an eye on the football.
Nor were the press the only ones - I do not believe it was a coincidence that the non-runners were read out on the public address within seconds of the half-time whistle.
And I suspect it was not just a happy accident that the runners for the first had not quite finished loading as the match finally finished.
Clashing with Euro 2012 may well have deprived tonight's crowd of a particular type of man - ironically, just the sort of man who might have benefited from the track's, 'singles night', when a 'love zone marquee' next to the parade ring hosted blind date competitions and speed dating.
Derek Thompson, mercifully here on commentary duty rather than let loose with roving mic among those seeking love, was bemused by the concept of speed dating and asked on Twitter what it was.
He got the reply that it was like running a horse in a claimer - it's done when it is past its best or needs a confidence-booster.
Many women appeared to have dressed for the occasion, plenty of leg on display despite the chill of the evening.
But I'm glad none was done up like the lass on the posters for the 'St Trinninans Susannah' murder mystery night.
Short skirt. Low-cut, blood-splattered blouse. Sucking suggestively on a lollipop.
Makes you wonder what sort of show they're putting on here on November 3.