Day at the Races

Last Saturday saw my first day at the races since pre-COVID19 lockdown. The outing part of a weekend in Newcastle with my son-in-law Simon; meeting up with my brother Ian who lives across the River Tyne in Gateshead. Incidentally, although I refer to Simon as my son-in-law that is not strictly true. Well not since…

Mingling In Horsey Circles

I spent a section of my Sunday at a North Yorkshire horse show with my buddy Sarah, her youngest daughter Katelan, Simon (K’s partner)and their handsome specimen of equine majesty who goes by the name Fendi. Consequently, for a few calming hours I spent my time standing in awe at the sheer magnificence of these…

£10 On ‘My Son Is Called Jonny’ Please

It’s Grand National day today. A day of equine drama, jubilation, despair and, for many in the UK, their only sporting bet of the year. Apart from the few days a year when I go racing at York, I include myself within the throng of once a year punters. I belong to this group who…

Lethargy, Anvils & Drapes

Recent sleep deprivation appears to be starting to take its toll on yours truly. My  energy levels have dwindled to such an extent that I can’t even be bothered to bang on my kitchen window and shout “Stop digging up my borders! Go crap in your own garden!” ….. My neighbour Mike is getting worse…