Remember the one about the husband who goes home and gets clouted with a frying pan by his wife. ‘Hey, what’s that for?’ ‘I found a note in your suit pocket with a number and the name Fanny May on it?’ ‘Oh, that’s just a horse I bet on last week.’ Two weeks later he gets clobbered again, this time with the rolling pin. ‘What’s that for?’ ‘Your horse phoned.’ If only they could. But never mind those mists and mellow fruitfulness, around this time of year horses do tell us a lot. My notebook is filling up nicely with prospects for 2013.
At Ascot last Saturday, where ground varying between soft and heavy made racing a real test, Mick Channon was beaming after his two-year-old Bungleinthejungle had won the Group Three BMW Cornwallis Stakes. Worried about running him with top weight on such soft ground he had reckoned, ‘It’s the last chance of the season and it’s only five furlongs so we might as well have a go.’
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