Following on from the music TV fuck ups. Did you ever hear the Lord Oaksey classic screw up while talking about an owner collecting the winners trophy on channel 4?
Through a friend of a friend I got to know Ken Bridgewater, small trainer out kineton way. Lovely bloke. His son Kenny, think he took over the training when Ken retired, was having problems with his vhs recorder that was in the stable lads living quarters. I went over and sorted it out, he said what do you want, a drink or a tip?Me and my racing sparring partner were at Towcester one freezing Saturday and Barney Curley was in the bar next to the parade ring, we got a drink in and Harry says that Curley must be here for a reason because he only had one hoss in the last race bumper so Harry goes up
to him and says "Any info on your horse in the last Barney"....Barney says " I have info for you, fuck off and leave me in peace" Harry walks back all sheepish and embarrassed. When we went to leave the bar BC must've realised that we were just two bob punters who love racing and calls us over and said "Sorry about that lads, no offence. My horse has no chance but a friend has a runner in the same race at massive odds, back it each way it'll make the frame" (forgot its name) but we pooled all of our money round £6 eachway and backed it on the tote, it finished 2nd and paid £14 odd for a place, we were singing all the way home