Carnage.
Gave up on ladies day years ago after a trying to actually make a bet and watch the race from fence, I had to navigate this circle of massive fat birds in deck chairs, loads of fake tan and shoving pork pies in their fat mouths, sickened me. It ended it for me.
There was no ladies at all.
Mutton dressed as lamb and lads in their court suits, combined with massive queues to pay 4 quid for a can of warm Forsters. Ladies Day is the pits.