If some deadly enemy had sent over tiny drones to film the British and Irish at summer play, they would have immense insight into our
With the sad inevitability of the unsinkable ship travelling at speed and an enormous stationary iceberg, I suspect my Cheltenham maybe gashed below the waterline.
Apologies for this, but CK was last seen trying to climb the scaffolding of The Goodwood House Hotel, singing a crude variation of The Marsellaise. With
Dinner with Sam Hoskins and other chums last night, at another pub that has decided that C19 is an excuse not a reason to try
The Keeper of The Privy Purse or the Hon. Kneesup as she prefers to be known, has berated me for failing to provide adequate description
Not a bad day at the coal face, and my call on Stradivarius’ race was bang-on. Well that’s enough preamble…
As you probably gathered from the results, I did not manage to get hold of Angelina for her input, (see raceweb passim), so it was
