You don’t need a fancy party. Just text your group chat: “Grand National at 5, I’ve got crisps.” Someone will bring a bottle of something fizzy. Someone else will have a tenner on a horse with a daft name (“Eclair de Lune,” I’m looking at you). And for those glorious nine minutes, you’ll all be in on the joke. That’s the real prize.
So, set your watch, stick a reminder on your phone, or just ask your neighbour to knock on your door. Saturday, April 11th, 2026, 5:00 PM. Be there, or be square. And whatever you do, don’t pick your horse based on the jockey’s haircut—trust me on that one.
