"The Race that stops a nation...."
One year it would be fantastic to be in situ in Melbourne in November for The Cup. Rather than setting the alarm clock for 3.55 and watching Australia's great horserace through blurred and sleepy eyes. I have been lucky enough to see a couple of Breeders Cups, several Derbys and Arcs and many more seminal horseraces - but no Racing CV can be complete without attending the Melbourne Cup. Music Box Express for the 2010 running....??!!
To Kempton yesterday. And Friendly King clearly needing his seasonal debut - as ever. He is a stuffy horse who requires plenty of work, and yesterday's run will have brought him on a ton. That is a cliche so often heard from Trainers - but it is one of the more pertinent ones as there is no substitute for racecourse action for bringing a horse on.
No runners today. And so a chance to head down to see Peter and Anne Scott Dunn and their horses near Ascot. Steak and kidney pie and dumplings on the menu. Valerie and I were discussing the merits or otherwise of dumplings on the way home from Southwell the other day - I am definitely in the "pro" camp.
Yer man who, for whatever reason, was masquerading as me in a Warwick printers on Saturday was described by the police yesterday as "a sandwich just short of a picnic". You do not need to be Sherlock Holmes to work that one out. I struggle at times coping with being me - it would be a complete nightmare for anybody else to try and do it....!!??
Rain lashing against the windows as I write. Pitch black. And a howling gale. Running plans for later in the week in the hands (again....) of those charming, but sometimes frustrating, weather Gods. Who knows where we will have been by Sunday. Potentially confusing. Perhaps I may delegate a few decisions to my picnicking friend of the above paragraph.....
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