Racing Diary: A cat jumps in Lambourn and 139 miles away in Newmarket, Frankel feels it land It has, let's face it, been a miserable summer but amateur jockey Jack Sherwood made the most of one of its sunnier days - to patent a mobile sauna/village fete attraction. Sherwood, 20, who is attached to Nicky Henderson's yard, was at a local hunt ball and after a long night decided that kipping in a mate's car outside the marquee was the most practical end-of-evening option. After cutting a few shapes on the dance floor he stripped down to his underpants and T-shirt, turned the radio on, shut the windows and drifted off into a deep sleep. The next day, however, the site had been given over to the village fete and dog show. And, apart from the odd high-heel shoe stuck in a sea of mud, most of the evidence from the previous night's less pious activities had been cleared away with the exception of Sherwood, who remained contentedly snoring as the vicar and assorted village worthies trooped past to set up their stalls. When he finally awoke, however, he had a small problem; the car's battery was flat, he was locked in and unable even to let the windows down. And then, instead of rain, an orange thing of which young children know not the name, began to beat down from the sky. But who needs enemies with friends like Sherwood. Instead of coming to the rescue, the owner of the car and Sherwood's other mates decided to and let him sit it out. Had it been a dog the RSPCA would have been called, but not for Sherwood - the royal society for the protection of cruelty to amateurs has not yet been established. He had to sit there sweating it out and panting by the entrance to the fete pretending it was absolutely the normal thing to do, while worried children were asking: "What's that man doing sitting in his car in his underpants, Mummy?"