Marcus Padley

I used to own a greyhound. Well, a bunch of us did actually. It was a yuppy post university indulgence organized by one of the West End wide boys I worked with in my early stockbroking days. He had picked out an Ad in the Greyhound Star for a ‘Sales Trial’ at the Wimbledon Dogs, a dodgy little affair where they run greyhounds around the track in twos and threes and then auction them off to ill informed syndicates like ours. When you consider the variables that go into making a successful dog it is much like auctioning a lotto ticket and the skill of course is to glamourise the experience. And they did. We were treated like royalty that night. Visit the link for the full story: (VIEW LINK)


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