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.


