Double Take - S.O.B. Brandy

S.O.B. Brandy

By Warwick Evans

George:

Come on old boy! You know I've got the only trainer who can handle that horse. I'll double my offer.

Horse owner:

Any offer you like George. He ... is not for sale. Come along, let's have that drink I promised you.

Announcer:

S.O.B. Brandy - never far away from suave, sanctimonious, self-satisfied, jumped-up whippersnappers - all going for the world record in pointless, petty one-upmanship.

George:

You know, my man could have made that horse a real winner.

Horse Owner:

Oh you're absolutely right George. But unfortunately your trainer ... drank himself to death on a bottle of brandy just half an hour ago. Didn't anyone mention it?