My friend Brian came for a visit to London, and we took a Saturday jaunt out to see the Royal Ascot. The horse races of My Fair Lady fame were just as ridiculous as I imagined: a sea of glamorous hats and the sound of corks popping all around. We had a lovely picnic and greatly enjoyed the races, but he real story of the day is how how everyone started the day being fancy and glamorous and ended the day as one giant shit show. I didn’t manage to catch any of the falling girls on film, but women who weren’t used to walking drunk in heels were stumbling all over the place. People passed out on the grass, and the whole place was covered in rubbish. What’a day.