Or even black smoke. Or any smoke at all coming out of BHA Towers…
No news. Is good news ? Or simply a matter of time before Lord Allen heads off to calmer waters with bulging pockets and pay-offs ?
More likely is that the “critical” BHA meeting scheduled for yesterday evening has not got under way yet. Because those present will have struggled to agree on whose responsibility it is to open the door to the Board Room, or what type of sandwiches should be ordered in…
If it was down to me, Coronation Chicken would play a leading role. Roast beef and horseradish. One of those “Best Ever Prawn Sandwiches” from Marks and Spencer. A pork pie or three. A scotch egg. I digress…
The Racing Post this morning – “Speculation mounts that Lord Allen is on the brink of exit as BHA Chair.”
I was in email communication yesterday with a couple of wise friends whose knowledge, input and business acumen would be huge assets at racing’s top table. But hats thrown into the ring have been thrown back out – depressingly…
Where do we stand as a sport ? Rudderless, and lacking coherent thought and leadership…
If Lord A (still no response to my text message of 2 days ago – but no real surprise there) is out by teatime, the mire will be even deeper, hopeless and helpless…
In much more fun news, we had a very happy morning yesterday. Surrounded by camera crews, and mic’d up for several hours. Oli Bell of ITV Racing bringing Peter Crouch and his wife Abbey Clancy to the yard. Just the loveliest people who were a joy to have on the place…
Abbey riding a racehorse for the first time…
Plans being hatched. Watch this space. All good fun on a gloriously sunny spring morning…
Normal service of leaden skies resumed today. But it was cool to get a glimpse of that sun thing…
Constitution. A flat career beckons. I guess that was always the most likely scenario. Too much at stake if he had galloped away from flagfall in the Champion Hurdle…
