Initially due to go to Newcastle Good Friday with my favourite son but a combination of weaker than expected ticket sales, questionable weather, and significantly higher expense meant Simon was sent in our stead. Workable without being spectacular from a front line pitch - the back line was, apparently, difficult. Good job from Simon to eke out the business and we stumbled to a small win. Weather Apps R Us at Musselburgh again. All possibilities were considered, paddock, tunn

Nope, I haven't gone all prog/glam rock and, whilst I very much admire Queen, they are not really my bag. And now I'm happy I've referenced Lloyd Cole. Phoned the racetrack on Tuesday - expecting a 2000 crowd. Weather forecast was excellent. Matthew was booked and confirmed. He was in an excellent mood when we set off; I'd erroneously given him 9:30 as our leaving time and I had to message him to let him know I'd miscalculated and it was 10:30 we were leaving. Yes, he does st

Final fling day. We had the week's expenses by Wednesday night but were disappointed on Thursday as the wind and rain significantly dampened turnover and meant a vice like grip was required on each and every bank note to avoid recreating The Crystal Dome from The Crystal Maze. We needed a big finish. This year the access tunnel from the Guinness Village to the betting ring/trackside viewing area, which emerged through the centre of the Guinness Village stand, was closed to al

Again, it's late, I'm tired and we've only got Europa League stuff on tonight so it'll be a very quick run through before I hit the hay. Most of the morning was spent huddling over various rain radars, switching between optimism that it might pass north and pessimism that it wasn't going to. The weather was coming from just over the paddock from our perspective, we gazed in that direction with increased frequency, up at the sky, not down at the runners. Guinea Pigs rather tha

As is always the case in a festival week, a very quick trot through the book before I go to bed (9:30 at latest) Though before I start, hats off to my doppelganger who appears to have infiltrated the Cheltenham background music box as we have Stone Roses, The Cure, Happy Mondays and Lightning Seeds on an infinity loop. Lovely. Quietest day of the week and turnover was pretty modest and if anyone in this blog complains that we won't get a rag skinner on Gold Cup Friday they'll

My annual student day assessment and the synopsis is that we still like them. I know these days get a lot of stick from folk, and I understand that, but the reality we repeatedly find is that we haven't seen the horror stories quoted on social media. We've always found students to be unfailingly polite and genuinely interested in how everything works. I'm not saying it doesn't happen but, believe me, these days are a breeze compared to certain other days when the inebriated b

Double debuts for Cairn Bet as my little lad Matthew (now 3 inches taller than me) finally gets on course after the New Years Day false start. He's a handsome chap and a significant upgrade aesthetically on me (former holder of Cairn Bet "pretty one") and Simon, 50+, light beard. He's a quiet guy and I thought there may be some nerves but he looked pretty calm going into battle. Our 2nd new boy was Jack (not Kerouac but indulge me in a little poetic licence...) who is conside

NEW YEAR'S EVE So we start Wednesday night as I'm wrapped in a sleeping bag on the couch alternating antibiotics and steroids with the promise of Night Nurse to come to give me half a chance of a kip. Simon is travelling to Peebles to stay overnight - he's a good lad - and he passes the journey with 10 phone calls between us as we assess the options for one of the biggest/only days of the winter. We have a photo of the layout and we're pressing and guessing what to do. All of

We start the night before in The Brickyard in Carlisle. Big Country gig with my bookie mates Mike, Paul, Joe and Lynn. I'd not really met Joe properly before but we bonded over shared antipathy, Joe being the blue side of Merseyside and me being the red. Llandudno v Oslo fans in the banter stakes. And a great guy. Given that we had a long day ahead on the Saturday I'm disappointed to report that Mike forced me into that 5th, possibly 6th, IPA, Paul made me sing heartily and L

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