Sometimes you forget who you know

I always vaguely remember my mother saying that her sister's husband, Johnny, was Arkle's groom, but maybe because we live nowhere near the rest of her family we never heard any stories and generally forgot about it.

One of my colleagues is crazy about horse racing; it inhabits every part of his life, to the extent that on our christmas night out on Fri his dancing consisted of him gently riding a horse around, giving it the odd tap with a crop, at one stage I heard him murmur "Istabraq" - drink may have been taken.

I tried to chat to him about Arkle, but my recollection was so hazy that I decided to check it out today. I'm amazed at what I found, Johnny looks so young in the photo (42 years ago) and not terribly impressed with the Duchess of Westminster.

Here's a lovely article in The Scotsman.