Colin Phillips
At the Start
David Carr in the Racing Post.
It's updated regularly, which isn't always the case, and he usually writes something to make that makes me smile.
An excerpt from Wednesday's:
"In the presence of greatness.
MORE evidence that Derek Thompson is someone special, deserving of better treatment than us mere mortals.
As I turned up in heavy rain at Carlisle he was doing his homework prior to commentating and asked what the Wi-Fi code was.
I explained you needed to go back to the office to get one and, no, I couldn't get one for him as you need to sign for it - if I everget banned from the racecourse I don't want it to be for forging Tommo's signature.
When lo and behold, the door opened and a woman for the office appeared bearing a Wi-Fi code brought specially for Mr Thompson, a dedicated, personal service - all that was missing was the silver salver to carry it on.
"Oh sorry, David, I would have brought to you one too if I had know you were here," she said, unconvincingly.
Her words sounded even hollower a few hours later when one hot pie and mash arrived - no prizes for guessing which expensively-lined stomach it was destined for.
Not that anyone at Musselburgh last weekend needed reminding this is someone out of the ordinary. In his dangerous role with the roving microphone he apparently asked one racegoer her name.
On getting the response 'Jane', he immediately came out with "Me Tommo, you Jane." Though history does not recall whether he stripped to a loincloth and starting banging his chest.
.............."
It's updated regularly, which isn't always the case, and he usually writes something to make that makes me smile.
An excerpt from Wednesday's:
"In the presence of greatness.
MORE evidence that Derek Thompson is someone special, deserving of better treatment than us mere mortals.
As I turned up in heavy rain at Carlisle he was doing his homework prior to commentating and asked what the Wi-Fi code was.
I explained you needed to go back to the office to get one and, no, I couldn't get one for him as you need to sign for it - if I everget banned from the racecourse I don't want it to be for forging Tommo's signature.
When lo and behold, the door opened and a woman for the office appeared bearing a Wi-Fi code brought specially for Mr Thompson, a dedicated, personal service - all that was missing was the silver salver to carry it on.
"Oh sorry, David, I would have brought to you one too if I had know you were here," she said, unconvincingly.
Her words sounded even hollower a few hours later when one hot pie and mash arrived - no prizes for guessing which expensively-lined stomach it was destined for.
Not that anyone at Musselburgh last weekend needed reminding this is someone out of the ordinary. In his dangerous role with the roving microphone he apparently asked one racegoer her name.
On getting the response 'Jane', he immediately came out with "Me Tommo, you Jane." Though history does not recall whether he stripped to a loincloth and starting banging his chest.
.............."
