ima_mazed66    19 Apr 16 18:19 
That's because there isn't any to see mincer11 but I'm glad I can see yours as you are always good for a laugh.....Oh and just the 60 or so Grade 1 race wins for Fitzgerald and Henderson combined, including Cheltenham Festival races like the Arkle, Cathcart, Champion Hurdle, Coral Cup Hurdle, the Gold Cup, Queen Mother, RSA Chase, Ryanair Chase, Stayers' Hurdle, Triumph Hurdle, as well as Fiztgeral himself winning other top races like the Martell Aintree Hurdle, Bula Hurdle, Christmas Hurdle, Cleeve Hurdle, the Grand National, the King George, Martell Cup Chase, P@ddy P0wer Gold Cup, Racing Post Chase, Tingle Creek and the T0te Gold Trophy, with many of those races being won more than once.

Shall we also just forget that two of those so called Henderson "journeyman" jockeys have won the Cheltenham Gold Cup, one of them has won the Betfair Chase and the King George twice, the Mildmay of Flete at the Cheltenham Festival, the Becher Handicap Chase and Topham Chase too, with the other "journeyman" being able to add a Queen Mother to his Cheltenham Gold Cup win, as well as a Coral Cup and a Supreme Novices' Hurdle, plus several other grade race wins, with both of those "journeymen" having limited opportunities up until now.

I'll play along with you though and pretend that you can't actually see my messages and say that's a pity then, as if you could you wouldn't continuously make such an @rse of yourself and isn't it annoying when the facts get in the way of your nonsense arguments eh? Grin

I,d say you will have a few stories with Mozambique Padlock,sounds interesting.
Not a bad neck of the woods where you are Workrider,hope you have some luck and enjoy the racing anyway.
For the day that it is Mincer,Glanmire wouldn't be the worst spot if you knew someone,an early start and short drive you could watch the horses in Pilmore or Garryvoe and off out and do the Ballycotton cliff walk then.
Twould be grand.

agree with gemini

PA,
Mozambique !...what about WR's childhood memories and all that of Swanage - the hometown of John Cleese's Fawlty Towers character Basil Fawlty

The Gathering

A play of one act

Dramatis Personae:

Dan: a part-time farmer with strong political allegiances who has retired from the Department of Agriculture and now spends his days gambling and howling at the moon. Never misses a day’s racing within 100 kms of his pastoral retreat in Tipperary.

Lester: named after the jockey’s first Derby win in 1954 and a retired lad from Mick O’Toole’s stable on the Curragh. A keen race-goer thanks to his retirement pass from the Turf Club and a self-professed expert on all matters racing. Considered politics but his family dissuaded him on the basis that he was “too honest” for that game. More recently has a part-time job with Horse Racing Ireland whereby he offers feedback to the authorities on punters’ facilities at all major race fixtures. Writes a blog called “Course Confidential” that caused some controversy in 2014 on what many saw as an over-emphasis on toilet facilities.

Agnes: our hapless barmaid

A scene from a rural Irish racecourse not far from the Devil’s Bit:

Agnes: Well hello, Dan, how are you? shure Thurles wouldn’t be held without ya. You just missed Michael Lowry and his hangers on-he’s got a runner in the first.

Dan: Hello Agnes. It’s nice to see your familiar face here and don’t tell Mick you saw me or he’ll have me payin’ his tab (guffaws). Now, girl, I’ll have the usual ball a’malt and a pint. A good lubrication to skin those bookies although it won’t be from Lowry’s nag Icecoldindy.

Agnes: I’ve never seen such a small crowd. That television money is a godsend. My uncle is a happy man I can tell ya!

Dan: Good girl! You can’t bate a drop of Paddy – givus a quick top-up – and I must say you’re lookin’ fair well today. If I was ten years younger yer husband would be in trouble.

Agnes: Ah now Dan, get on with ya.......

She shuffles off to sell a ham sandwich to a bookie’s runner

Suddenly, Dan senses a presence at his shoulder......................

Lester: Ahem, ahem! Excuse me sir, this is a little forward of me but by any chance are you a Betfair Irish Forum member, by any chance going under the name of “wildmanfromborneo”?

Dan peers around suspiciously at the small little fella invading his space wearing a denim jacket and thinks “oh dear god, what have we got here?”

Lester: I know we’ve had a few missed appointments but if you are the same Wildmanfromborneo it would be one of the proudest moments of my life to meet you at last. Barmaid! Can you get this man a drink please......it looks as if he’s drinking whiskey, why don’t you give him a large one to help us celebrate. I’ll have a Britvic orange or a Cidona, whatever’s handy.

Dan: That’s very kind of you eh.....eh.....

Lester: Lester, Sir

Dan: Lester (good grief, he thinks)...Lester, thats very kind of you but I’m afraid you’re making a bad mistake here. I don’t know anything about this Betfair business and I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. I’m actually waiting for my good friend, the local politician Michael Lowry – I’m sure you know of him? – and he’s due shortly. In fact, we have a runner in the first together.

Lester: Oh! I’m very sorry Sir, I was sure I had finally met a man who has supported me through thick and thin for years. It’s a funny world when you have never met one of your best friends, y’know?

Dan: God, look at that! The horses are just in the ring for the first. I better get out to talk to Arthur Moore and see what’s expected here. You know these trainers, about as forthcoming as a Special Branch garda, hahaha. Agnes, would you mind minding my pint, I’ll be back later?

Lester: (clearly crestfallen) I’m very sorry to have bothered you, Sir. Wait until I tell the wife, she was so looking forward to seeing the selfie (followed by a small deprecating laugh). It’s our standing joke before I catch the train.

Dan: well, I hope you find your “friend” soon. He sounds like an interesting man.

Agnes clears away the empty glasses, puts the pint under the counter. Dan adjusts his Crombie, dons his Trilby and makes his way to the parade ring hoping it won’t be noticed he doesn’t enter. Lester hangs around for a few moments and decides he’ll have a deuce on the Athur Moore runner. Suddenly a small little grin creases his weathered, tanned skin and he thinks “wait until I tell the lads on the Irish Forum!” The day mightn’t be a failure after all.

R.A Hole, as the bould Mincer would say what a crock of **** . Whatever you do Brendan, don't give up the day job or you'll starve...

^^^ at temletts post^^^

Inside,   Mincer has so many names , Social welfare are making enquires

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