The Moodie Tipster’s duty free horse racing prediction concession has been extended for another year after a pretty good effort on Saturday. He went for Idaho (2nd), Harzand (1st) and Red Verdon (4th) in that order. Close but no cigar.
I’m at London Heathrow Airport Terminal 2, en route to Dublin for the Dubai Duty Free Irish Derby. Just think, in a couple of years’ time I’ll have to queue with all the other non-EU passengers when I land in Ireland. It’s hard to comprehend, or express, the almost seismic shock this nation is feeling after […]
“He is a lovely horse to work with,” continued Bolger. “There are no holes in this fellow.” Ah that explains it then. He only ran like he’d been shot.
The Moodie Tipster, our infamous anonymous horse racing expert, is, we hope, going to guide one lucky reader towards a fabulous US$1 million prize.
I am a member of Free the Apostrophe (FTA), the Apostrophe Liberation Front (ALF) and my own newly formed Apostrophe Placement Empire ( you can call it APE for short, though not for long), online societies of like-minded apostrophe freedom fighters dedicated to liberating the millions of apostrophes that are forced brutally every year into words where they do not belong, and rehousing those who have been displaced from their rightful homes.
Can airports restore that love? Or at least some of it? Can they too nurture a sense of destination, of journey, of marvel – and not just of process? Can they excite and delight and not simply infuriate?
The pictures and video on this page tell their own wretched story. Dwell time is being killed at Budapest by check-in staff who just don’t seem to care (the British Airways queue system was a joke) and an absolutely haphazard security system.
The moment of victory, captured on the giant screens around the arena, will stay with those of us who were there for a long time. Garbine Muguruza’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open in disbelief as she realised that she had won the French Open, defeating arguably the greatest of all women’s tennis champions, […]
With some nice Icelandic Indie in the background (I was tempted to play Paul Simon’s 50 Ways to leave your Lava or something by Wishbone Ash), it’s hard to imagine the sheer violence with which Eyjafjallajökull erupted so recently.
As Leicester City’s wonderful story of triumph in the English Premier League was taking shape over the past nine months, another unlikely tale of an underdog made good was unfolding in the world of European rugby. And it reached its climax on Saturday night last. Then, Connacht – the oft-forgotten fourth Irish province behind Leinster, […]
I’m on a Wine Goose Chase at Dublin Airport. Surely I mean Wild Goose (as in the vodka), or Wild Geese (as in the Irish whiskey) surely? Nope, for while returning to London through Dublin Airport Terminal 1 after the recent Dubai Duty Free Irish Derby, I came across one of the most novel takes on […]
He shrugs his shoulders and looks away. Let me repeat those seemingly bland words. He shrugs his shoulders and looks away.
So here’s to you Matt Southgate. You’re the adopted son of travel retail now. And here’s to brave Hattie Seymour. Together you’re showing us all how to beat the odds.