At BHA Towers. No revolving door. No white or black smoke. No papal intervention…
Which means the following…
The Board still cannot decide whether to major on the Coronation Chicken or the Prawn..?
Or they have come to their collective senses, have called in the main protagonists from the “vested”, they have all agreed to talk through their different and protectionist agendas – and later this morning, there will be a seismic announcement –
“All racing’s power brokers have agreed to work together for the greater good under the banner of ‘Racing United’………..”
Some hope. Bob Hope. Cape of Good Hope. No hope….
Lord Allen or Sir Starmer first out….??
Stateside, Mrs Clinton stating that she never met that man. About as convincing as her husband’s “I did not have sexual relations with that woman…..”
I digress. Onto potentially dangerous ground. Best to stay out of that one – and stick to smoke and sandwiches…
Two weeks today. Gold Cup day. United Airlines 918 will hopefully just have landed at Heathrow. “Man, what’s happening ??”. Clancy in the house, and the games will commence. Which looks as if they will begin at Exeter that afternoon with a Riverdee runner. Sherminator, a pre-Festival winner at Taunton last year, here’s hoping he repeats that clever trick a little further west…
