Okay, folks, welcome to the latest chapter, the latest episode, the latest exciting adventure,

here on Planet Porky with myself, the Porkmeister, Mike Parry, and of course the rock chick writer

extraordinaire, Ms. Lesley-Anne Jones.

Miss Jones, how is the world treating you? Asa Monmont.

All good in South East London. Thank you, Michael.

Yeah, good. I'm glad to hear that, yeah.

I tell you what I've missed so terribly this week, Leslie Ann,

and I've been watching it on television, obviously,

but every year for about the last 20 years, I've been to Cheltenham,

to the Cheltenham Festival. It's the greatest sporting event of all. I mean, look, I've been to

Cup finals, I've been to World Cup finals, I've been to heavyweight boxing matches, but it just

so grabs me, Cheltenham. I can only have a go for maximum of two days and sometimes only one day because it's so intense.

I mean, you know, the Guinness tent, the drinking, the, the sheer energy you have to put into getting around the, you know, the course and all that kind of stuff.

Some of my mate to go for four days and they spend three months recovering,

but it's the most wonderful, wonderful sporting event. It's in a natural bowl,

overlooked by the hill. I'll remember the name of the hill in a minute. I can't remember

it now, but it's just a beautiful natural bowl, the Cheltenham Racecourse and, you know,

the passion of the of the people there, half of them are Irish, the, you know, the, I don't know, just the atmosphere of glasses, chinking, drinks, getting about the course. It's just wonderful. How have you ever done it yourself?

I've never been, but my father used to go every year

with his great friend Hugh McElvenny. They used to go together, always stay in the same hotel.

As they checked out with the hotel each year, they would make their reservation for the following year.

And so that always went on. And it was a great fixture in his calendar each year.

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