It’s a strange old world in which we live. Sometimes, no matter what we do, the end result is failure. It’s not something that fate hands out to just those who happen reside in struggle street, it even reaches out to those who from time to time, find their pampered behinds ensconced on velvet cushions upon gilded seats. The fickle finger even had the audacity to inflict itself upon the very person of she, who sits upon throne of the United Kingdom, Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth 11, better known to us in the far flung colonies, as Good Queen Bessy. So how did the heavy hand of fate draw down on this pillar of Western Society? Well it threw a spanner in the works of Bessy’s racing empire. Not that the implement did enough damage to set the good woman to tearing at the root system of that stuff that sprouts from her cranium, but it must have caused her a small grimace, albeit, behind a perfectly placed glove. Not that we the great unwashed would have seen it, I’m sure that moments that proffer emotions such as open contempt, are kept far from the public's hungry gaze. And who else was served a small backhander from the muses? None other than Bessy’s man of the horsie hour, one Sir Michael Stoute, all round good guy and a spiffing chap to boot. So what happened? I’m not too sure I want to tell you. Ohhh well, if I must. Once upon a time Bessy owned an animal she’d placed in the hands Sir Mick. Of course it wasn’t a one off. From what I gather, it’s an ongoing affair, but this is none of my business, so I’ll go no further on the topic. The Issue at hand concerns a horse called Kingdom Of Fife, a plugger of the first order. Under the tutelage of Sir Mick, Kingdom Of Fife managed eke out three wins from nineteen starts in the Old Dart, amassing nearly forty six thousand quid. Not too bad you’d think. But it would seem that as far as connections were concerned, the horse had just about reached it’s limit and it was time to sell…maybe. I can’t be sure of course. I’ve been on the dog n bone to the Palace, but keep getting the brush off. (Roll on the Republic, I say.) But there is every chance that I’ve misjudged dear Bessy. Maybe an interloper from the wide brown land made her an offer that was too good to refuse. Either way, Kingdom Of Fife was sent packing. Shipped across the oceans, as an unwanted commodity, like many before him. Now I don’t know why fate decided to favour a bunch of unruly Australians, maybe it was just because she has bloody good taste. What makes me think we were favoured? The horse has sprouted wings since he lobbed here. For his first attempt in God’s own country, they stuck a “My” in front of the horse’s name and dropped him into a G3 affair called the Royal Parma run over the metric mile at Royal Randwick. They had a tickle at 150-1 and duly saluted. Then it was decided to go for broke. Today he lined up in of all things, the half million dollar Queen Elizabeth Stakes over 2000m, again at Randwick, on a heavy 9 track. He pulled his way into the race, came wide on the corner, then finished with a wet sail. As soon as the horse was brought back to the saddling enclosure, the vet was straight onto him. A rumour had swept the course like wild fire. The vet quickly put the rumour to rest. After a hasty count, he confirmed that the horse still only had the four legs he was born with, he had not grown an extra one since his arrival down under. The last I heard, Sir Mick’s ears were still stinging from a phone call he received during the wee hours of the morning. No, it can’t be confirmed that corgis were heard yapping in the back ground.
Nice one, Cycly. Give me the name of your blog again. As usual, I've mucked up something and now I can't find it.
Hi ya Eez, nice to see you mate. I'm always trying to keep up on line too. http://fantasyhorseracing.webs.com/apps/blog/
cycly, I've told Ron--is it objective ron from 606?--that I'll start putting some selections on the horse racing section next week. cheers
The current Queen is actually Queen Elizabeth in Scotland, not QEII. Remember, your Elizabeth was Queen of England, not Scotland.
There are a lot of us out here who wish to be shot of her too. Not that we have anything against her, it's just that many believe that it's about time we cut ourselves free.
