This is the horse I was trying to recall not so long ago. I put it up on here as a speculative punt on its debut - around 66/1 - at Chester (the Ormonde?) and it really outran its odds.
Did it win next time out?
Did it then run in the Ebor?
So long ago but the idea of a horse making its debut in the Ormonde just had me curious!
Still, I wish I felt I could afford to upgrade my Mazda :lol:
(To be fair, I got it in 2014 - traded in my 275K miles Jag - three years old with 10k miles on the clock and all I've had to do is brake discs, pads, tyres and an air-con re-gas and I love it but I want a Toyota Crown Majesta Hybrid.)
Cars are crazy prices. I've got an Golf that is 14 years old, but amazingly still has a value of £1500. The second hand market is crazy, it's so expensive to upgrade or replace cars, that if the one you are driving has no problems, it makes more financial sense to keep it, as you pay through the nose at present.
In regards to
Calico Cat. I'll be honest with everyone, he was a mistake, a lucky lucky mistake.
I know myself and Gill Richardson gained a lot of plaudits for finding him, but I am happy to tell you the truth about him.
I went to Tatts sales (July 2011) with the intention of buying one horse. The year previous I had bought a horse with a funny arab name, which I changed to Evergreen Forest and owned him myself, he was a project horse, bought to land a touch. But in 2011, I wanted to get a better stamp of horse. I had 8 friends who wanted to buy into a horse and were all happy to take between 5 and 10% but they would leave the finding of the horse to me.
My one aim in racing was I always wanted to win the Lincoln, I don't actually know why, I'm from a Somerset based family and I grew up in Oxfordshire, but the Lincoln was the race that always interested me. I have always felt that to win the Lincoln, you either need a group horse masquerading in a handicap or you need to be a bloody good trainer.
These days, the premier handicaps are like mini group 3 or listed races, so the normal owner/trainer has been priced out, but back in 2011, you could still get a decent handicapper for about 10-20K and whilst I was working at the bottom end of that budget, I felt I had found the right horse in Memory Cloth.
In anyone remembers on here, back a long time ago when I was working closely with gallop watchers in Newmarket, one horse captured my heart and made me quite a bit of money, he was called Ibn Khaldun, and he was the son of Gossamer. Now I would say heart strings were played on a lot, and for me I followed the family very closely because of Ibn Khaldun. That year when I watched the videos of Memory Cloth I was so impressed with him and he screamed soft ground miler to me. I seriously think had I been able to buy Memory Cloth that I could have won a Lincoln with him, he was the chance of a lifetime horse that fell through my hands.
I made a massive mistake though. I had friends with horses in stables up north and I really wanted them to have a horse with me, and I thought Memory Cloth ticked all the boxes. Without ever thinking, I told these lads why I wanted the horse so badly and how I could win certain races with him and basically done all I could to try and get them involved. What happened was, I completely left myself wide open and marked the card of friends who had horses elsewhere to a very nice horse and in turn they passed on everything I told them to their own trainer. The fact was, the 8 owners I wanted to get involved, all wanted to be involved in a Saturday handicapper, they wanted days out and this was very much the remit.
I had told them it would be Memory Cloth. Although he had placed in a group three, had figured 105, and was rated high 90s, he had been off the track with a setback and was being sold out of France. I was certain I could get him for 10K. The reason I wanted to get the boys in from up north, was I knew with their backing I could probably have gone to 15K or 16K and therefore be sure to get him.
I must have looked at him 10 times over the two days I was at the sales, Gill Richardson also really liked him and the notes Marie gave us from Darley suggested he was very much something we could get right. Now I know it's easy to say after the event was so long ago, but the horse was ruined by the people who bought him, yes they won races with him but they campaigned him awfully. I genuinely think had I bought him I would have won the 2012 Lincoln with him and perhaps my life wouldn't have ended up like it did. But that's not for now.
Memory Cloth had few few viewers, except myself, and a couple of northern trainers, one being the trainer who trained for my so called mates up north. The predictable happened and I thought I had him at £7000, then £9000 and the hammer just wouldn't drop. When Brian Ellison bid £10,000 I knew I had no more leg room, Gill asked me what I wanted to do, and I said see if they will take half, (meaning 10,500), she indicated to the auctioneer and he went 10,500. Again he seemed to be on this for an eternity, but again the hammer wouldn't drop. Then at the last moment, Ellison went 11K. I was done, I didn't have the money and I didn't have the clients, the fact was they were strict, they would take 60% of a horse between them for 6K, there was no leg room, especially that had I gone 12,000, the bill to buy him would have been close to £15,000 after costs. I had to walk away.
I knew what my friends or so called friends up north had done, my weeks of planning and build up ruined, because I trusted people, and told hem everything trying to get them to buy into a horse, I knew could change everything and help me get where I wanted to get to, but the reality is I just marked someone else's card. I guess I should have known and not been such a fool, but you don't always expect it.
I was demoralised, and knew I had been betrayed and watched as the horse I badly wanted walked out the ring. Gill looked at me as if to say there would be others and cheer up, but people don't get it. I never made rash purchases, I wasn't someone who went to the sales and looked at any old horse, I literally made my mind up a week or two in advance and only went for certain horses. Horses that were often worn out, broken down and needed fixing. I loved a challenge, and I always wanted a horse that had problems or needed a bit of love.
I flicked the catalogue page over as the next horse walked into the ring and there it was, it's breeding Tiger Hill x Gossamer. I can honestly say, I knew nothing about this horse, I hadn't viewed him, seen him in the catalogue, spoken to Marie, but all I saw was half brother to Ibn Khaldun, Memory Cloth, son of Gossamer and a 3yo gelding out of training. I turned to Gill and said I have to buy this horse. She was puzzled and was like, Chris you know nothing about him, he could be a cripple. My mind was made up. I am a believer of fate and things happen for a reason and for me, the reason was I couldn't get Memory Cloth, but here was his brother. It was the first horse I ever brought blind and was the first horse that was purely impulsive.
I faced some competition from foreigners for him, but the hammer came down at 3,200Gns. Gill was not amused, as obviously her name was behind this horse, and neither of us had so much as looked at him.
With him purchased, and the Darley lots finished, we found Marie and asked her about him. She looked at us in horror and said, well, his backs all wrong, he's never galloped because he's never got that far in his work and he done a suspensory as a late 2yo before he even got close to galloping and he is very fragile. He was gelded but was still never sound. He's actually been on the walker for the last 6 weeks and he is sound now, but its the only time he's ever been sound, but he will never make the racecourse and he is not a racing prospect. I saw the look on Gills face, and I knew I had made a huge error, but what was done was done, and effectively I had bought a cripple who two previous trainers couldn't even get close to the track for 3,200Gns. An impulsive buy and one that clearly was not a good thing to do.
Lets put it this way, had I been told about Calico Cat prior to the buy, there is no chance I would have bought him. Had I not had a love for Gossamer, Ibn Khaldun and had my heart set on Memory Cloth, this horse will have never even been looked at by me, and I know for sure, I would have never had the pleasure to have him.
Calico Cat was affectionally known as Bert in the yard. He came back to my stables in Lambourn and it wasn't until the following mid April he went to Alastair's. The horse was as you could say, very big, very babyish, pretty clumsy, and a handful. He was also, pretty lame. By the time he got back from Newmarket, he was sore. I don't ever know if he was on any medication, but I knew this was not something we could crack on with. I liked him though, he was a good looking horse and whilst a bit dopey, he was rather affectionate, and he liked a polo or 20 and was a good eater. I do like a horse that likes to eat, I often find they are happy horses.
The next day, all Calico Cat's shoes were removed and he was chucked out in the field. I decided if we were to have any chance with him, he would need to just be forget about for a while. He stayed turned out until around December time, and he was huge, fat as a pig and he had done really well.
The people who were pencilled in for Memory Cloth were contacted and offered to come in on him. I never sold him as the truth above, and didn't tell them of his previous problems, only he might be a fun horse to get a mark with and go for a touch. Obviously as a 3200gns purchase we were no longer talking 1250 for 10% then monthly fees of 150 but I made a deal with these guys to take 70% of him and I would keep the remaining 30%. Looking back, I wish I never. He was already bought and paid for and I was kind of attached to him, and he was very much my project, I wish I kept him myself and then I would have never been forced to sell him.
The problem with Bert was, he was a bit of an arsehole to ride, and when he done road work, he would look like a circus animal and would plunge at everything. When he got away cantering, he was sharp as anything and would whip round in canter, try and run off the gallops and you had to ride him full leg length or you were in trouble. Most of the girls who rode out for me, didn't want to ride him and the one lad who worked for me, well he was someone I liked but his attendance record wasn't great lets say and when he did come in, he was usually drunk or stoned.
One lass riding him, had a nasty fall off him and got concussed and quit the job over it and the only ones happy to ride him was Jenny Powell or Clare Robinson who were both 15yo girls at the time and came in and rode out for me before school. It was always my plan all being well to start training in 2013, but this changed when an owner quit on me with big debts and also I felt too loyal to Alastair, but I always wanted to have Jenny as my apprentice. She had ridden out for me from the age of 14, and was absolutely gifted in the saddle. She could ride anything and whilst she ended up having some winners, she never reached the heights she could have made. The same could have been said about Clare. Clare was very good on a horse, she was a natural. She rode a bit as an amateur but these two girls were wasted talents. I swear in my life, I've never seen a better rider of a horse than Clare Robinson, she had amazing hands, everything settled for her, she was brave as they come and she was so stylish. She had everything. I wanted both of these girls to be working for me when I started training and I am certain the staff I had were some of the best in racing. People made rubbish remarks, I used female staff and female jockeys because I fancied them and tosh like that.
Miles from it. I used female riders, because horses like them, they treat horses better, they have better hands and they love the job and are passionate. I used to buy horses out of sorts, broken, demoralised, often sick of racing, you needed to win their hearts to have half a chance of getting them back, and you can achieve that so much easier with female staff and riders. They bring out the best in horses. I stand by that.
People accused me of all sorts, it angered me and it was miles from the truth. Anyone who knew me would have know that despite a few months of being with one lass who rode as an apprentice, I had never been in a relationship or wanted to be in a relationship with anyone who rode for me. I'm not going to name who the jockey was, as it was generally casual and was before they were a jockey and not long after they came to the UK but we were together 6 months and I fell for them deeply and it didn't work out, and I got hurt not them. After that I briefly dated a trainers niece from Stratford, but all the time I was with her, I had feelings for a member of my staff. I ended my relationship to be with the member of staff and we were together from the autumn of 2012 to the summer of 2013 when I left Lambourn and they went north. I wanted to try and make it work, but lets just say they weren't there for me, it was the horses, money and everything that went with being with me. Foolishly I continued to support their career and everything at north until 2018 desperately wanting them back, as I loved her, I always loved her, but we never got back together despite staying friends and also buying her a couple of horses to ride as an amateur. I supported her every move, even when I was on my arse, but you do that for love sometimes.
Despite lies written out there, I never had feelings for any of the jockeys who rode for me, and Amy was the most loyal person I had in my life, she was great on the horses and I saw her as a little sister truth be told. I didn't have feelings for any rider who rode for me, I was just loyal to those who were loyal to me, and wanted to help them as much as I could.
Sorry to have detracted! But Jenny used to ride Calico Cat and then one day, he veered off the gallops and broke her ankle. Brendan, her Dad, was livid and that was it. I took her to hospital and we had an argument about things. He was livid I let her ride the horse and that I had caused this. He talked about sueing me for Jenny breaking her leg, but I continued to pay her wage each week until she was able to ride out again. Brendan wouldn't allow her to work for me again and I was gutted, but Jenny loved riding Calico Cat and she wasn't someone who wanted to ride all the busses.
It was now late January 2012 and I decided that the only person to ride him, should be me.
I can safely say at this stage, the horse had not even done an upsides canter and I had no idea how much ability he had, but at the time I was probably about 12st 7lb and this was a backward 4yo. Most of my staff were 9st at the most, so the chances were it was not going to see Calico Cat fly up the gallops lets say!
Over the next 2 months, I took him out on his own, often in my own time at lunch or before first lot whilst staff were mucking out, and often kept him in the woods or the bridleways and fields near my yard. He didn't really like the gallops, and I wanted to get him fit and a bit braver before we needed to head up them. I always liked the way he carried himself, he was an effortless mover and never once was he unsound. The more work he done, the better he became, but I started to get really attached to him, he was very much my project and he had such a long stride, you had no idea how quick he was going.
I started taking him up Long Hedge and doing 2/3 canters with him a day and he got stronger and stronger. By the first week in April, I bit the bullet and thought, right we best gallop you. He had rarely been upsides and I knew he would be clueless. As he liked being on his own, I decided he should lead. I took him up Kingsdown and Amy and Grace were with me, Amy was on Nibani and Grace was on Know No Fear. I said to them give me a few lengths and just come and sit with me and help him out but don't leave me.
That morning was the first time, I realised that Calico Cat was not some ordinary horse. Nibani and Know No were good work horses, they had speed and they often went well. Nibani had come off the back of some decent wins on the all weather and was fit, and Know No was in good form. Calico Cat stretched them, and he was travelling much the better of the trio, I was stunned. Amy would have been getting around 4 stone off me, Grace 3 stone, but Calico Cat was near impossible to pull up! He had their measure, and it was on this day, I knew he was good.
I told them to tell no one and later that day, I met Alastair and told him, I think I've got a special horse. We agreed he would go up to Alastair's yard and I would ride him out each day, but he would gallop the next Tuesday and we would see what he is like with a jockey on. Katia Scallan agreed to come in and sit on him and I told her nothing about him. This time he worked with Nibani and one other, and they led him, Katia never moved an inch on him and she was tanking all over them. He had done two pieces of work in a week, was sound and was absolutely bouncing.
We entered him for a week Monday at Windsor in a 3yo and upwards maiden. The one thing we also done with Calico Cat was he went to Harry Dunlop's twice a week to go swimming. He was a fragile horse lets say and whilst sound, I felt swimming would really help him. The horse loved it as well.
Katia came in and put him through the stalls and I gave her my word, that for her help, she would ride him first time out. That Monday at Windsor, he was 100/1, but I backed him and so had the owners and by 4pm he was trading around 10/1. I knew he would win, and the plan was win, then the Ormonde in two weeks. Around an hour before racing though, the clerk of the course was concerned about water on the track and having walked it, they abandoned racing.
Now, we had hatched this plan for the horse, he was ready and in my eyes, his card was marked. He had been smashed off the boards for his maiden and he would have on, I'm sure of it.
But the Ormonde was in two weeks and there wasn't really any race in between for him. I just made an entry for the Hardwicke for him and the Ascot Gold Cup, and there seemed little point in changing the plan.
I decided it was best to stick with the Ormonde, although knowing it would be stupid to go for that sort of race on debut. Me and Alastair had choice words as well. He was not happy about running in a group 2 first time out, and was worried the horse would be tailed off and look stupid. He then tried to book someone else on the horse. I was livid. I had seen on the BHA page that Martin Dwyer was jocked up for him, Alastair hadn't even asked me and Martin hadn't even been near the horse. I removed him straight away and booked Katia. I rang Alastair unhappy and made it clear Katia rides him. He didn't like the idea of a 7lb claimer riding him and he was sure this was going to be a disaster, but I knew what we had.
Bert ran very well at Chester, and maybe it was the wrong race to run in, but I never like to deviate from a plan, and I had also promised Katia she would ride him first time out, and I was never going to break my word to her on that front. For me, your word is the most important thing, and if you break it, it means nothing and therefore you're nothing. I wouldn't let Katia down, I had made a promise to her.
Following Chester, he won next time at Thirsk, and then we went for a listed race at York. I never wanted to go for this race, but in order to qualify for any of the handicaps at Royal Ascot, or the Northumberland Plate, he had to have had 3 runs by the time of entry and he had to run that weekend or couldn't be entered. So our hands were forced.
That day whilst great when he came 2nd to Cavalryman in a listed race, was the worse days racing I had, had. Captain Dimitrios who was one of the best claims I ever made was sadly fatally injured and he was a horse I felt we could win a Wokingham with.
2012 should have been so different than what it was.
After York the phone never stopped ringing. Donald McCain, David Pipe, Anthony Bromley, David Loder and I could go on. Everyone was throwing around offers for Calico Cat, from 50,000 to 200,000. But the fact was he was not for sale in my eyes. I hadn't even told the guys who owned shares in him that there were offers on the table, but for me it was pointless. This was a horse who had, had surgery at 2, had done a suspensory and always moved with a bit of a shuffle, he was never going to pass any vet in the world, so these offers were immaterial.
Sadly one Saturday a week before Ascot when some of these owners came to see him, the person who I shall not name who I hate with a passion and worked for Alastair or shall I say Alastair worked for ... told these owners in his best way to cause problems about the bids and was surprised I hadn't sold him.
At this point the whole demographic changed. The owners in him who had paid less than £600 for a 10% share were suddenly seeing dollar signs, they wouldn't listen, they said after Ascot we have to cash in and sell him. I will be honest, I didn't want to sell him. I had waited so long for a good horse, probably the best horse I would ever have, although the first horse I ever bought I think could have been very special, and sadly she died on the gallops. Calico Cat in my eyes was not for sale, but I had no way of buying the other owners out, who now thought their 70% was worth at least 70K.
It was at this point a wealthy client who wont be named told me he wanted to join the ownership and we agreed on 10K for his share of 10% in Calico Cat. He was involved for less than a month when he sold for 40,000 at Tatts and we feel out, as he felt he had been ripped off and let down over his share. I can't talk too much about it, but before Ascot, as a racing proposition he was worth 100K.
I never wanted to go to Ascot, it was not my plan. If we were going to run, it should have been in the Queen Alexandra or the Gold Cup, but the rain was not due until the end of the week, and we didn't declare for the Gold Cup. He was unable to run in the handicaps as the handicapper had given him 107 and they were a 0-105 and a 0-100 and the owners didn't want him to run in the 2m 5f race.
I tried to talk them into waiting a week and running in the Northumberland Plate, but the owners had bought their suits and invited their friends and so to Ascot we went.
He didn't run badly and with Katia injured from breaking her leg on Captain Dimitrios and Mikael Barzalona (who rode him at York) unavailable, Paul Hanagan was booked. I liked Paul and he had ridden winners for me, but Calico Cat was not an easy ride, you had to keep him interested and Katia was part of the jigsaw with him. He kept him too far back, he wasn't quick enough and he hated the ground, and despite minimal progress late on, he was soundly beaten but not disgraced.
Paul got off him and said he needs 2m and he hated the fast ground.
He came back a little sore from Ascot, but was not lame, but the owners told me he was to be sold or I could buy them out for 70K. I didn't have 10K at this point with the owner of many horses of mine not paying a a number of horses needed to be sold and in to Tatts for a bill not paid by an owner for £12K and 25K owed to Newbury. I reluctantly gave in and agreed Calico Cat would be sold. We entered him as a wild card at Tatts and he was purchased for 40K.
I tried to tell the owners he wouldn't make big money, because of his legs and that, but they would not listen, anyway they still got 3500 a piece for their 600 involvement, great days out and prize money and were happy, although only one of the 1 decided to put their money back into another horse. The others didn't or went to other yards.
I was left with a Tatts bill settled and no longer having the horse of a lifetime. I was at that point ready to pack up and had to write off the 40K an owner owed me, and accept that it was back to square one. The likes of Nibani and co were sold to pay the Newbury bill and the remainder were dispersed to leave me with 5 horses including Meglio Ancora who was out in the field, Know No Fear who was never for sale, Vanadium who was lame, Stargazy who was retired and Royal Alcor who I only owned half of at that time.
Tings got better for a while, but whilst over the next year there would be a lot of winners and some nice touches, I struggled to get outside interest and struggled to make it pay, I was spending money like you wouldn't believe and took out a business loan which left me with 12 months to get where I wanted to be, or have to pack in, and it ended up being the latter.
I was actually very good with horses, I bought well, got the best from the horses I got, and I doubt anyone could have improved the horses I had.
My biggest mistake was in the summer of 2012 I could have kept my yard in Lambourn and done what I needed to with those horses, and I was offered a position of assistant trainer to John Hills and said I could bring 2 horses with me and he would do me a deal on fees. He said he enjoyed chatting to me, and we got on great. I got my riders when I was an agent riding for him and we always got on great. I declined the offer, because I wanted to stay loyal to Alastair and believed I could still get back on my feet to start training myself in 2013/14.
I made so many mistakes, I was gifted with horses, had an eye for form and horses, but I was awful with business, I was awful with people and I was pretty deluded in thinking that being good at something was good enough to get you where you wanted to be. I lived in a fantasy world believing that with no help and support I could get to the top, and I could do it all myself and I could just keep buying and buying eventually it would all come into place and I would get to where I wanted to, and it would all be okay. I was a fool, a fool with good intention but still a fool. I know that and I know many people were happy when I crashed and fell, I bet some even were happy a few years later when my schemes failed and I was jailed, that's just the way of the world.
I'm not a bad person and if I could turn back time I would. I would have stuck with 4/5 horses and mainly syndicated and happy to be someone's assistant as long as I was able to help in the planning of the races for the horses and allowed to try and scout and find the horses.
That's the part I enjoyed, the researching the horses to buy, and getting them cheap and getting them back. It was a thrill in knowing you got it right and you were a good judge. I never wanted the accolade, yes I wanted the money and I was very much money orientated, greedy to an extent with no understanding with the hurt it could cause others and a lack of respect shown to people. All awful traits which led to my demise. I never meant what happened to happen, I never gained from it, and in 2011 and early 2012, I was very much on an upward curve and had I not been foolishly ambitious and aimed for the stars but with no rocket to guide me, then I wouldn't have created the problems I had.
I was lucky that early on, I had very good backers and loyal support, but I always wanted more, it was never enough and when you're like that, you lose the good people as they feel they don't know you.
Look right now, I'm slowly paying off the BHA so I am no longer disqualified and I think by Feb/March I will have paid them in full. I also know I have to pay off my Poca and it will take me a few years.
I do have fire in the basement as Rocky once said, I do believe I was a very good judge and I do believe I was naturally gifted with horses that most people gave up on. I don't doubt I am an absolute idiot, with a mudded reputation and very few people will trust me, but I do have some support in some areas and I hope that whilst it may not be soon, it wont be the end.
I guess sometimes, you feel you have a point to prove. I know I will never be welcomed back as an owner and probably wouldn't pass the fit and proper person test and I am not deluded enough to think otherwise, but who knows, I know I could be a good assistant, or agent or racing manager, and I still think I have something to offer. I still talk to owners and trainers who value my opinion on horses and form, and I guess part of me wants to prove people wrong. I've a lot I've got to put right first and a lot of people are owed the truth and to be sorted out and apologised to.
I do think there is a lot that could be gained from a lot of people, in many walks of life, by me telling the truth and putting it out there. Part of me would love to be able to speak to the people who do those Star Sports betting blogs and tell my whole story, be open and honest and show that you know what, sometimes racing and gambling is actually a dangerous game and it can lead to so much hurt and problems, and people need to be careful in chasing dreams.
So much in the industry is painted all hunky dory and it makes the game so attractive to people, but to the wrong people it can ruin their life, and not just their lives.
I want to tell the story but I don't want to benefit from it, I want to help others in showing them the truth and its a path many people could fall down. Chasing your dreams is one thing, but blindly following them whilst taking no protection for the devastation that could be ahead is so not worth it.
I can live with the past, I have to, but it's not how I want to be remembered and I am not a stupid person, and I am not unintelligent and I am not someone who ripped people off for self gain and deliberately screwed people over, that is the part that kills me, and really really hurts.
I loved racing, horses, animals and I really gave my all to make it work. But I done other things which were a catalyst of failures which destroyed all the good I done, but it wasn't done because I thought I want to take advantage of someone, it was done because I stupidly believed I could make it work, I stupidly believed that everything even when it was crumbling would work out, and I arrogantly gave people guarantees on their money, as to me I didn't believe I could lose it, or get it wrong. All the good about me, was undone by what some people could say was the Walter Mitty side of me, or the clown who simply didn't look from the outside in. I never meant to lose people's money, and I never meant to hurt anyone. I didn't gain, I lost everything I had, and what other people had, I lied to them during the process and the payments made to them whilst things were collapsing were to buy time as I stupidly believed I would turn it around. There is so many times over that 2 year period I could have stopped and addressed the problem and put it right and I wouldn't be in the position that came about, but when you are sinking you don't think straight, you don't act normal. I may have a criminal record, but even probation, prison staff and people in prisoners all said the same to me, I'm not actually a criminal, most criminals set out to do stuff to benefit themselves, I set out to try and help others and myself and panicked and made things worse, there was no criminal intent, there was no masterminding skill, there was no deliberate act to better myself at the expense of others, I was just a complete idiot, who was ruining my life, other peoples lives and creating a web of destruction in my path, and mainly because when things were bad I chose not to be honest.
That's the one thing I had to learn, and learn fast, the truth is, the truth is the only policy, its the only way to be. There is nothing wrong in making mistakes and causing problems as long as you are truthful. If you tell people the truth, its not to say it wont be bad, or have a negative effect, but people can handle it, and you can work the rest out. But the lies, its the lies that kill people and that was my problem and for too long, it was easier to lie than tell the truth.
The person writing this today, is not the person I was in 2013-2015 when my world was collapsing. In some ways, even prior to prison in 2019, over the two years prior I had changed, I had started to rebuild, but I took prison as a positive, a way to actually get a grip of myself, a clean slate and now I just want to do the best I can, and try and help prevent people from falling time the path I fell down, actually the path I chose. All my decisions were decisions, I wasn't pushed, and that's why I have to take full responsibility for it.
I have no issues about being open and talking about everything as you never know who it may help.
I hope one day, I will have back all the friends I have lost, the same Chris Beek who paid his staff the best in Lambourn and made sure every one was in a good position in life and wanted to take people out, and help them if they were in trouble, is the person I want to be in life. My life is absolutely miserable, I'm not going to lie. Most days I cry, I do my work, which I love doing, but I'm not happy. I don't have any real friends. I have a few online friends who I talk about animals with and about zoos and that and some about racing, but there is no one who I could say, do you fancy going for a walk, or to the pub although I dont drink) or how about going to a gig or the movies. I have none of that. I am as lonely as anything. I actually enjoy writing on places like forums and that, as I can be me, try to be happy and try to make friends. I hate having no friends, as the truth is, I was always a good friend to people, I always done anything for anyone. In fact I was probably a soft touch, easy to use and the sad fact, I always knew it, but I didn't care, as I preferred having fake friends than no friends.
I never wanted to be liked or popular, I just didn't want to be unhappy and miserable. I've contemplated killing myself so many times, and have tried on occasion as well. I mean I would never be missed, because outside of family, I doubt anyone cares about me. That's no way to live life, but it's where I am and it's the truth, as upsetting and sad as it may be.
I try to live by the saying, "you don't throw away a whole life, because it's banged up a little", but it's hard when you have very little to live for. The people I once knew, the people I enjoyed chatting to at the races and all that, they all done well for themselves, they wouldn't even say hello to me, I know that, the same people have written stuff online, made jokes, but these are the same people that 10-15 years ago, happily chatted to you, took your advice and wanted to be there when things were good, so what changes, I get people lose trust and all that, but why do people think the minute someone has problems and falls apart that the person that would have always been there for them is the person you can cast aside and through in the gutter and make remarks about and slag off to kingdom come.
I will never understand that, but the sad thing is, even the people who have been the most horrid to me, can walk into my life and I would still want them as a friend and again do anything I could for a friend, as I hate being so alone and miserable.