Sunday, bloody Sunday

Well stap me vitals, and call me Greta – nine TV races on a drizzly, blowy Sunday afternoon and 56 runners between them. Just goes to show the vital jobs that race-planning, the NTF, and the BHA do in ensuring that public interest is maintained at the highest level. My friend McFly-on-the-wall tells me that…

We need some Guineas

It was a real delight to see the resurrection of The Pharoah of Galway, Peter O’Tool and his wise insights into the 2000 Guineas. On my side I had two hours sorting out the Gremlins; (for those of you with a technical bent, it was the SMTP routing handler which was set to Local rather…

Racing Tips for Saturday

I am sadly unable to go to Newbury and see Tom Jones post-racing today. I just feel as though TJ’s voice is now better-heard in some New Orleans blues bar, sitting at a table with a beer, Katherine Hepburn and Jools Holland, rather than surrounded by Doris’ Hen Night and some leery lads, in the…