A Day at the Races

It had gone well. They'd turned up with £100 each and thanks to several lucky picks they still all had at least £100 each.
None of them knew anything about horse racing or form. They really didn't know their Ascots from their elbows. Instead they had a 'system'. The system involved  a combination of names which amused them and the jockey's silks that were the most garish.
Almost all their winnings had evaporated, or been splashed up against a urinal, during the course of the afternoon and tomorrow they'd remember very little of the whole event.
The real winners though were the geniuses who had stuck Champagne d'Or labels over the existing labels of bottles of cheap fizz and knocked them out for £50 a go to people who were pretending to have class but fooling nobody.