RANDOM REMINDER

Press, Volume CII, Issue 30286, 12 November 1963, Page 29

RANDOM REMINDER

LP FOR THE CUP

This business at Addington today. We haven’t been for years, and it is unlikely that we will go today; but purely in the interests of self-defence, we have been studying the field for the cup. There was a dreadfully awkward situation last year when the boss asked us what we thought would win, and on the premise that ready response is better than none, we had nominated a steed which, it transpired. had won the galloping cup in 1958. So it is wise for almost anyone who comes into contact with others to have some knowledge of the event, and the starters But we have browsed through the list, and we are completely at a loss as to which beast we should recommend—largely, it must b* con-

fessed, because we know nothing about any of them. Blue Prince, for instance, sounds far too aristocratic for anything as earthy as a trotting meeting and Robin Dundee, somehow suggests spindly legs and an addiction to thistle. Vanderford sounds like Dutch and Sun Chief would seem silly if it is pouring this afternoon. Master Alan has a nice, neat look about it, but it somehow smacks of the small boy among rather disinterested adults It is surely impossible to have a doctor called Dan. and Dandy Briar is probably no more than a backers’ pipe dream. King Hal? All bluff. We have heard of Oreti. Something to do with surfing and beaches? Urrall is a strange name, suggestive perhap* of th* wilder

and outer Hebrides. Cardigan Bay. Now there's a name we have heard. This is a good horse, but we cannot recommend it, because if it wing it will probably return its supporters a place dividend of 19s. We are accustomed to having the name of a horse whispered to us, with instructions not to breathe a word to anyone, and it is always a beast which has not raced for eight years, has suffered from fits of manic depression and which will certainly win and almost break the totalisator. It never comes anywhere and is 2/2 in the betting. All things considered, there is only one horse for us today. In keeping with our traditional views and notwithstanding the faint echoes of shooting brakes and Mr Macmillan—w* will hav* Groua*.