Issue 10

Issue 10

£20.00

The clue is in the name: Bloodstock Notebook is a book.

No spam. No bots. No clickbait. No doomscrolling. No algorithms. No fake news. No ‘influencers’. No cookie preferences. No inane social media show-offs with grating regional accents. No deepfakes. No dynamic pricing. No enshittification. No pop-up ads. No trackers. No AI. No porn. No surveillance. No “hello, how are you? Nice to see you. What’s your wifi password?” No deranged fascist techbros in black tee-shirts and MAGA baseball caps. (Down with this sort of thing, as Father Ted Crilly used to say.)

Instead, it’s a book – and a breath of fresh air. Order your copy here, or make someone’s Christmas by sending them a copy of Bloodstock Notebook.

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If it’s the December Sales, it must be time for a new edition of Bloodstock Notebook. As usual, its contents are all a million miles away from the absolute manure that seems to masquerade as bloodstock editorial (elsewhere) these days. Please don’t buy this book if you want the usual waffle about stallion pedigrees and Paddy McGinty’s goat, or endless yawning, fawning, run-of-the-mill dullard guff about bloodstock auctions and this, that and the other. (You’ll be doing your dough. Plenty of that kind of thing is readily available elsewhere, so if that’s what floats yer boat, please don’t spend your money here!)

Instead, selected highlights of Issue 10 of Bloodstock Notebook include:

Bloodstock consignor Ted Voute’s ‘other’ life in the pop music business. Looking back at the glory days of Las Vegas, with Hall of Fame oddsmaker Roxy Roxborough. Talking racing with Nigel Havers. Why Sir Mark Prescott admits to a 30-year love affair. Why Headley Bell drives a brown Porsche (of uncertain vintage) around both Mill Ridge Farm and Lexington. Robert Cooper on his attempt to kill Richard Branson (well, nearly). Why Gai Waterhouse loves Freddie Mercury – and the records she’d choose on Desert Island Discs. What Michael Howard (remember him?) is up to these days. What makes a jockey? An industry survey. Jeffrey Bernard on a rather unfortunate run-in with Prince Monolulu (a story you won’t have read in Monolulu’s autobiography). Teddy Grimthorpe writes! (A whole lot better than Teddy Grimthorpe sings…) Rude poems by Harry Thomson Jones and friends, and also some slightly smutty racing-related seaside postcards and lots and lots more.

Probably the best issue we’ve ever done (even if, yes, that statement does indeed have echoes of Mandy Rice-Davies and Christine Keeler about it, doesn’t it?). All very well turned-out, with the world’s best bloodstock photography. Big, grown-up and clever, running to 276 pages, and will indeed hurt if you drop it on your foot…

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