A brilliant week draws to a close, and Lord know there’s nothing worse than a swank, but still and all, yesterday our Goodwood post pulled three winners out of the hat, at 14/1, 20/1 and 11/2 (opened at 9s), for a 118+ pts profit. A hat made marginally easier by the going and the impact the rain had on several players.
Then, feeling guilty about my tardiness at keeping up with Galway, I posted an urgent note covering the last four races. Bosh… two winners, one 22/1, in singles and doubles AND another 86 pt profit!
200+pts for the day
Swank doesn’t cut it! Huzzah for us.
It’s around this time of the year, that various Boyd’s Own subscriptions start to be renewed, and to all of you who have agreed to toss in the equivalent of £6.75 per month, 675 times Thank You!
For the undecided, it transpires that £6.75 is the price of a full vegetarian or vegan Breakfast at a Morrisons Supermarket Cafe. This includes two veggie sausages, smashed avocado, fried egg (for vegetarian option), sliced mushrooms, chopped tomatoes, hash brown, Heinz Baked Beanz, toast and butter (vegan spread for the vegan option). Please be aware, however, that whereas I’m always available, not all Morrison stores have a café.
For just a tad more, you might be able to attend a comedy club in London for around £7. I notice on Eventbrite that the Big Nose Comedy Night at the Boogaloo, costs £7. Again, a couple of hours of fun, for a little more, but with zero opportunity to make more money, unless of course you were inspired to take up Stand-Up as a profession and didn’t bomb.
For the wealthier members, or just those keen to see what real rural life looks like, you can go to Clarkson’s pub The Farmer’s Dog, and have a pint of Hawkstone or Kaleb’s Cider for exactly £6.75. There, at least, there is the faint chance of making some money, by selling incriminating pictures of JC doing something interesting with a badger. But, I’d sincerely hope, you’d still have more consistent fun with me.
End of Sales Pitch. Again my sincere thanks for your support, and as the great David Frost famously said, I hope to be able to wear it for many years to come.
We should all be afraid of the news I am telling you now. “Oh surely,” I hear you mutter, “do admit, you are frightfully prone to exaggeration at times.” Tickety Boo I reply. Then all is well with the world, and my name is Dorothy except on Saturday, when I prefer to be called Bob. However, a fact is a fact and the fact is that Thurles Racecourse, Ireland’s only privately owned racecourse, is to close with immediate effect. In a move that has been described as a “huge blow for Irish racing”, owner Riona Molony announced the family’s decision today, to retire from racing at the Tipperary track. An iconic venue steeped in history and tradition, Thurles Racecourse has long been a cornerstone of National Hunt racing in Ireland. The first recorded race-meeting at Thurles took place in 1732 and it has been in the hands of the Molony family since the early 1900s. Riona’s late father Pierce took over from his father Doctor Paddy Molony in 1974, and together with their family they have worked hard at the business for the last 50 years.
This is no small thing, and of course racing will work around it and Irish Racing in particular will simply move fixtures around for the forthcoming season, and all will be managed. But this happening during an already tempestuous time both politically and financially, and seemingly aligned with increasingly disinterested public interest, we should all be concerned.
Talking of dark tidings and a sense of impending disaster… the tips for TV racing and Goodwood are here.
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