Although I Have To Admit I Have

It's Not Name Dropping, But Not Many People Can Say, Like Me, That They Spent The Day With The Likes Of Francis Bacon Or That Boring Drunk Dylan Thomas. You Don't Forget Things Like That.

I Have Been Commissioned To Write An Autobiography And I Would Be Grateful To Any Of Your Readers Who Could Tell Me What I Was Doing Between 1960 And 1974.

One Way To Stop A Runaway Horse Is To Bet On Him.

I Have Stood In A Bar In Lambourn And Been Offered, In The Space Of Five Minutes, A Poached Salmon, A Leg Of A Horse, A Free Trip To Chantilly, Marriage, A Large Unsolicited Loan, Ten Tips For A Ten-horse Race, Two Second-hand Cars, A Fight, And The Copyright To A Dying Jockey's Life Story.

Journalism Is The Only Thinkable Alternative To Working.