Late top lot leaves me livin’ on a prayer during a trainwreck of a trip to Tattersalls
James Thomas pens his latest diary entry from a challenging shift at the Somerville Sale
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Wednesday, September 2
We’ve all heard the old adage about the definition of insanity. The one about doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Well, pass the straitjacket. I’ve attempted to get to Newmarket by train once more. Bloodstock’s Michael Portillo is back in business. Or not, as the case may be.
Longstanding readers will be familiar with what happened next. I arrived at London King’s Cross for the 9.54 to Cambridge, only to find the service was cancelled. Quelle surprise. Apparently, the issue this time was damage to the overhead electric wires. That old chestnut.
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- Playing the sales reporting stowaway en route to a most irregular Orby adventure
- Shock, champagne and the hairdryer treatment from Michael Owen at the most in-vogue sale on the circuit
- Shots fired! Copping my share of stick as the Yorton Sale descends into a bloodstock comedy roast
- Social media snubs, bold statements and a dodgy Jeremy Clarkson lookalike at the sale that simply can’t be ignored
- Clowns to the left of me, Coolmore to the right, here I am, stuck in the middle in Deauville