The pictures from Liverpool are in many cases rather horrendous, with bits between teeth, sweat, chafing, garish colours, big thighs and a fair bit of hoofing around. I refer, of course, NOT to the horses or the riders at Aintree, but the awful attendees. There is a section of the population which decides a visit to Aintree after a failed styling session is the appropriate thing to do. Sadly, the press reporters and photographers manage to capture many of the heffers who watch the racing, although some could probably do well on the actual course!
Some of the cast from My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding arrived looking a fucking state, as above, and whoever told them they look good wants fucking castrating and shooting. Sadly the bizarrely adorned pack was accompanied by a limitless supply of others whom one might describe using some or all of the following terms: fat, ugly, tacky, desperate, chavvy, skanky, twattish, thick, rough, unbelievable, disastrous, misguided, hopeless, messy, dire, hilarious, sad.
What a spectacle. I believe there was also some horse racing on as well, as a sort of side show!
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