Horses Horses

So there I am sat at my desk when my Irish pal, Niall, calls me from Cheltenham races with a hot tip.

So, with it being Paddy's day and all I think the omens must be good and like a fool I run off to the bookies, hand my money over, join the ranks of the sweaty and anxious punters and then watch as the horse canters along at the back without a care in the world. It's probably still running and the winner finished an hour ago.

Anyhow, I'm off to a meeting just now that will involve me sampling a range of whiskies and thankfully none of them are Irish!