Horses and Wine: A Lifestyle Sublime

The good life is full of prancing horses and tranquil wines. The thundering hooves of a stallion in flight and the pools of reflection in my cups of night. I stand in top and hat and tails, a bevy of maidens on my arm, and the winning thoroughbred saluting the finishing post. Horse and wine: A lifestyle sublime for the select few. Not everybody can have this combination of thrilling and luxurious moments in their lives. It would not be so special if just anybody could have it. I have mounted the mare called success. I have nobbled the race of life. I have arrived in the member’s stand.

Horses and Wine: A Lifestyle Sublime

They call it the ‘sport of kings’, horseracing that is. We share the enclosure with princes, politicians and captains of industry; and we are all partial to a drop of fine wine. We want that intoxication that comes with wealth, pleasure and showing off. The alcohol is merely an added extra, we are high on our fortunate place in the scheme of things. We need poor people in the outer, because without the coarse contrast it would not be nearly so much fun. We select few surround ourselves with beauty in both horse and female friends; not really friends, but gorgeous vaginal acquaintances.

Gambling is another cheap thrill for the rich, because unlike those in the cheap seats we can afford to lose on occasion. Whisper, www.betsfree.com.au in the shell-like of an old soldier and smile with a wink and a nod. Backing our own piece of horseflesh to win is another sinful pleasure. Holding that cup aloft, with the scruffy trainer and invariably smelly little men who ride our horses beside us, is a bit of a hoot, what. We stand before our peers of the realm and shine in the sunshine of a glorious day.

Later that night we sip our favourite tipple, a Haut-Brion, or something more run of the mill like Grange, and we contemplate our lives. The fact that we are so very special and that the world around is so lucky to have our presence. Horses and wine: A lifestyle sublime, sounds like Keats’ Ode to a Grecian Urn. I have several Grecian urns by the way. I collect fine things. It is lovely to surround oneself with the best that life has to offer. Pretty things of that order. I find that they reflect a little of my aura to those around me. “Beauty is truth, truth is beauty – that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”