Ascot Racecourse fights Drag decency

  For years, the rivalry is closer to Ascot Racecourse to stoned Aristos cakes, tastefully appear to fade in the stretch. This week, however, went so uptight on the front to win by a head (also covered).

Alarmed that his reputation for elegance and beautiful hair styles became a cry of fake tan, false eyelashes and losing battles, the most famous tour of the world has introduced a new dress code. Is at 301 St meeting this week of Royal Ascot, where the queen of thoroughbred racing looks crazy top competition there are no naked waist or bald head will be. The skirts are banned very small, but very large hats are to have done that.

What is left unsaid, but it is still by all who participate understood, is the underlying question of the voltage class. At Ascot today, waitresses mix with baronesses, with the implication that one to learn from them how to dress and act like a princess needs.

"Ladies are invited, in a way that the dress rather a solemn occasion," according to new rules from the racecourse to the Palais Royal, the area most of August off the track.

The rules come with the kind of concrete measures usually associated to nuclear technology. Dress straps must be at least an inch wide. Hats must be from a base of four inches. Men should dress in the morning and cylinders in the Royal Enclosure wear. Shorts, it goes without saying, must be left at home.

In all areas of the track, women must wear some form of hat and strapless dresses are not permitted. During the race began meeting on Tuesday, dozens of police officers from the fashion of Ascot gateways, with wicker baskets filled with fascinators and pashminas armed, they gave to the immodest dress.

But most people in the crowd of 40,000 had heard about the new regulations, and welcomed them. "It was pretty sloppy," said Ruth Blake, who comes to the racetrack each year with his family, and had dealt with both hard head and shoulders. His daughter, Lorraine, dressed in a tailor-made Union flag dress and a red hat picture in honor of the Diamond Jubilee of the Queen, added: "Some ladies looked like they are ready for the beach in St. Tropez or a disco Ascot was held. "

The underlying problem is one of the classes that no one wants to talk, because Britain believes everything is buried in the past. While the track is still living in his eminence My Fair Lady - "ev'ry Duke and Earl and peer is here" - he was also popular with ordinary people, as have others before elite sporting events such as the Henley Regatta and the Boat Oxford-Cambridge race.

The tensions are not only felt at Ascot, which takes place in the country south of an hour from London by train. The Earl of March, the bucolic Goodwood Racecourse has said in 2007: "We have far too many chavs, I'm afraid." (Chav is a derogatory term for a British dress trashy member of the working class.) In this April years, was a Liverpool police in trouble for calling women racegoers at Aintree "tramp", the tan, lined greaves and abused their children.

Last year, a huge fight broke out at Ascot, with chairs and attacking each other with punters throwing bottles of champagne. (Approximately 60,000 bottles of champagne were consumed at Royal Ascot in 2011, and 110,000 glasses of Pimm.) In 2006 a struggle began in the last bottle of Laurent-Perrier Rosé, as with the help of fighters champagne flutes weapons. At the meeting of the five racing days, 28 people were arrested.

Obviously, the trace of hope that decency in dress is merit to inspire behavior. "Things were getting out of hand," said Gail Thorne, who drank a bottle of champagne with two friends wearing $ 130, and a beautiful pink feather headdress, she had done for Ascot. "I hope we get a little more elegant now."

In favor of Royal Ascot this year, while the five-inch heels were always there seems to be less than the length of the skirts. Some people even have snatched the eyes of the fashion show long enough to see the race.

Shortly after the Queen and Prince Philip arrived in a horse this week, met Beverley Hume and his girlfriend, Adelaide Allen, on the rail, watching the European Champions Frankel runaway competition for his 11th Victory in a row.

Both welcomed the new dress code. "Society is so commonplace that it is good to have something to dress up for themselves," said Mrs. Hume, whose daughter had him fascinating red, white and blue. "Then," said Mrs. Allen, "nobody wants to see our waist."