When you hear the words 'Barbers Shop', what's the first thing that comes to mind? Haircuts, obviously. Or possibly musical quartets. Though not necessarily those including Homer Simpson on the roof of Moe's or Peter Griffin going around hospital wards. In this corner, mention of Barbers Shop evokes memories of what I think was Queen... Continue Reading →
Smashing the glass ceiling with the passing of the baton
The first jumps meeting of the season at Fairyhouse, usually in early October, is generally when the racing radar in this seat really becomes hyper sensitive. That isn't to say one wouldn't be attuned to goings on prior to that date. Just that the fixture in question is generally the cue for things to ratchet... Continue Reading →