Monthly Archives: March 2011

The blog is currently running up a down escalator

A tight-lipped interpretation of life

And has no time to make considered posts about anything at all.

In the meantime, and entirely coincidentally, the eldest produced this yesterday on her DS Lite (I bought it but dont really know what it does).

It put me in mind of Edvard Munch and The Scream.

Bear with us.

A post for me & re:form

Some light music after a long day…


She and me know why

A Chocolate Girl Inspired Post

One of Chocolate Girl’s rather excellent blogs is the Shopping Lives one where she shares lost, left and abandoned shopping lists with the world.

On wishes and horses enjoys her blog too much to do anything other than pay homage to the idea, but I saw this list in the bottom of a basket last night and enjoyed the speggtti so much I had to share it, just this once.

I am rather interested in this today

But I have no time to talk about it now.

Never mind; there is always tomorrow…

Nude Descending Staircase No 2 - Marcel Duchamp

Why Sad Songs Sound So Good

Elton John used to sing some cheerful number along those lines.

Personally, I could never break my heart to Elton, but I remember I had a few nights with George Michael and this one over the years. And, even better, when the heart heals over, and you can’t even remember who or what you were so sad about, back in the mists of time, you still have the song.

\o/ The Flat is Back \o/

Perhaps not quite in the *UK, but Ireland’s flat turf season got under way last Sunday; the first race being my favourite kind, a 2yo maiden which was awarded to my pick Whip Rule (10/1) by the Stewards. A win is a win as they say. Then last night Dylan Thomas had his first runner ever: Snowflake Dancer who won very narrowly at Dundalk over 5 furlongs. Today, I can hardly contain myself; not only do we have the Dubai World Cup but also our own Winter Derby at Lingfield.

Now of course, the Dubai card is the one that captures all the interest: will Twice Over manage to win? I hope so. I am more taken up with this horse, Nideeb, who goes in the Winter Derby. Nideeb has to contend with the morning money for the mare Pachattack, and the quality veteran Dansili Dancer. My first ever pin-up was a horse – Black Beauty – this horse is my idea of a very beautiful animal. I will be backing him on that basis alone.

Nideeb at the Rowley Mile

By the by, last night I was getting my gambling eye in for today and had a bit of luck on the all-weather evening meetings at Dundalk and Wolverhampton. Teeth gnashingly, I backed a horse called Wrecking Crew to win in one race, after my sister who comments on here from time to time. The Wrecking Crew was duly beaten into second. I totally missed the very obvious reverse forecast until it was pointed out to me later. The race was won by Barton Bounty, my sister’s full commenting moniker: The Wray Barton Wrecking Crew.

I am certain she will not give a flying fig either way this morning. After having a right rum do with her back recently: bed-bound for days, crutches, tramadol and everything, a very grateful client has purchased her an iPad 2. If only I had invested more wisely last night I could have joined the queue for one too…

(Am now thinking a Twice Over, Cape Blanco reverse forecast might do the trick.)

*We have a 2yo maiden to open @ Kempton this afternoon. My fancy will be the favourite from the Turner yard.

There has been some weather lately

Maybe I am completely mistaken, but it seems to my eyes that what the Blackberry loses in crisp images, it adds in tone.

Wet blankets need not apply

I was watching Andrew Motion struggling in Jamie’s Dream School last night as he tried to get a group of teenagers to engage with their first poetry class. Probably unsympathetically edited, he was shouting within minutes.

First mistake – he tried to get them to engage with an Edward Hopper image: a woman staring out of a window… Perhaps it’s an image that interests him. The kids were entirely uninterested; I know a bit about the artist, but I am with the kids. I should have been sympathetic to Motion’s plight having been faced with a barrage of sullen faces and crossed arms in my own Monday night class when we looked at some poetry, but I was not.

He was just too, well too wet blanketish, shuffling around in his quiet way.

I know only too well it’s not easy. It must be even harder with a camera there to record every moment of your dying on your feet. And of course he only had two hour long sessions – a ridiculously short time to do anything at all.

My top tip would have been to have chosen one of Edward Hopper’s other women looking out of a window (there are plenty, all based on his wife). One like this.


The shoes, the women, the windows, the staring – they all get right on my tits.

‘Ive acquired a taste for silence…’

Old single

New single

Album out 18 April

A drink for badgers…

…Wray Bartons and Divas…