We're all equal when it comes to blisters
IF PROOF were needed that Chester's Ladies' Day is a different species to Aintree's, Alpa and I enjoyed a king prawn tapas takeaway there yesterday, rather than the usual burger and chips.
But we didn't have as much fun dress-spotting as we do at the Grand National Festival - the Cheshire set's outfits were more subdued than those of Liverpool's wannabe WAGs.
Still, everything was equal at the end of the day when stiletto-pinch caused many women to kick off their heels and walk barefoot away from the racecourse.
Not me - I popped into New Look for a cheap pair of flats and walked comfortably back to the station.
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