Horses to watch…
Calls to be made…
Global markets to move…
Meaning these words are a little later than usual. Apologies – and thank you to those who have enquired about my health this morning. Thankfully, lack of an early blog does not correlate directly with me being in sick bay…
Another stunning morning for our first two lots. Not the energy sapping mid 30’s of yesterday, but warm enough. Steady away with many in these temperatures, and especially so with the 2-year-olds. Tough enough working it all out without asking them to “work it all out” in bonkers heat…
Talk of rain next week. Wow…
What does £4.4 million buy you….??
A mansion with several acres in Surrey…
A multi bedroom penthouse apartment in Central London…
An expansive suburban mansion in the United States…
A fleet of Ferraris…
A 100 foot superyacht…
Some exceptional fine art…
Several rare watches….
Or the filly that finished second in a 6 runner Windsor Maiden last night. Partying is her name. The daughter of Frankel ran encouragingly. Picking up just over £3000 in prize money. Beautifully bred – obvs. I imagine the party went on long into the night….
Make sense to you….??
Mr Burnham has lumped Betting Shops alongside “dodgy businesses” and Vape outlets. Implying that he is keen to see them moved off our High Streets as they are a blight on society. And so in another flawed moment of “considered” thought, the PM heaps further pressure on a struggling industry…
Betting turnover is the lifeblood of our sport. The Gambling Industry employs tens of thousands of people. The financial return to racing from the Levy and Media Rights is crucial. These shops are often community hubs….
Some people drink too much. But for the vast majority, it is a recreational choice…
Some people bet too much. But for the vast majority, it is a recreational choice…
Choice. The democratic right to enjoy the leisure pound as individuals. Each to their own…
The way this is going, I suspect that it will not be long before I’m asked at the bar whether I really think that second pint of Guinness is a good idea…?!
Sad, mad, bad…
Mr Burnham seems scarily out of touch on several fronts. Scary…
The Ebor of 1947…
