On the occasion of my very important visit to the Commonwealth Games in Melbourne.
HowyaIt’s day three and I’m sitting here with a smile the size of Cork on me bake. Jaysus but it’s been deadly so far.Tuesday was brand new and I was laughing me cacks off at the faces of the English eejits who thought they were all in on this steamer for Sweet Wake to romp… Continue reading Two down, two to go
HowyaJayus I love the smell of a scam in the morning. First Tuesday of Cheltenham and there’s already a whisper for a hit on the sods with the satchels. A whisper? It’s a bleeding roar.You’ll know that every Paddy is supposed to be on Sweet Wake in the opener, convinced that he’ll rattle up like… Continue reading Sweets for me sweet, Noland for me honey