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‘Last Night I Paid To Close My Eyes’

Like going to the opera in black and white.

Reminds me to go again, although I still haven’t got over Madame Butterfly at the ROH.

The long march to Cleeve Hill

seems to have started. I hate that; we’ve not even finished the flat yet.

Sizing Europe a favourite for the Arkle? He beat the old thinker Harchibald (chase debutant) into second at Punchestown this afternoon. Surely Henry de Bromhead’s great beast won’t have enough speed. Anyway, I’m not getting into that now. It’s still October and we’ve not run the Dewhurst yet. In a sublime piece of bad planning and a clash of mother versus punter roles, I’ve had to turn down a trip to Newmarket on Saturday to take up an engagement at the Royal Opera House – Carmen for the family.

I can tell it is all going to end in tears.

If theres no horse on stage Ill want my money back!

If there's no horse on stage I'll want my money back!