80 Sliabh Breagh Ardee, Co. Louth Represents The McNeill Family on Irish racecourses Making horse-racing history fun, Fighting depression It's OK Not To Be OK
Feb 18, 2021 • 10 tweets • 4 min read
In 1927, a young Spanish boy, aged 8, - who would become the 18th Duque de Alberquerque - sat in a cinema watching a newsreel of the Grand National.
In that moment, an impossible dream was born.
Born on the 15 December 1918, the boy - Beltran de Osorio y Diez de Rivera
- was so enchanted that he resolved one day win to the great race himself.
Aged 33, the Duke - having ridden in French steeplechases - made his Grand National debut in 1952, putting up ten pound overweight on his own eight-year-old Brown Jack lll (Pic), trained by Peter Cazalet.
Feb 18, 2021 • 4 tweets • 1 min read
Two decades ago another daughter of Sheikh Mohammed, Princess Shamsa escaped in the UK and was later abducted, drugged and flown back to the UAE
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Sheikha Shamsa al Maktoum, ran away in 2000, aged 19, during the family's annual UK holiday.
She allegedly went to see an immigration solicitor in London to seek advice about remaining in Britain, then travelled to Cambridge.
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Feb 16, 2021 • 5 tweets • 2 min read
Died On This Day 16th February 2017
Article by Chris Pitt
David Trevor Clayton held a National Hunt jockey’s licence from 1963 to 1967 and worked for Edward Courage. He was a contemporary of Grand National-winning jockey John Buckingham and was described in Buckingham’s book
‘Tales of the Weighing Room’ as “a nice chap and a promising young jockey who rode a winner for the stable @TowcesterRaces That winner was on Woodcutters Samba, the 9/4 favourite, in the Rufford Handicap Chase on Saturday, May 16, 1964. It was one of just seven rides David had
Mar 26, 2019 • 18 tweets • 6 min read
Please listen and listen carefully It has helped me a lot
My worse day with depression (when I wanted to commit suicide) was also my best day. I couldn't take anymore. It was a beautiful sunny summers day the sun was beaming down, not one cloud in the sky everyone in their
Summer dress. Yet I sat looking out the window all I could see was darkness, cold, everything was bleak everything was horrible but the radio played summer jolly songs, I could take no more.
So I left the house to walk up to my mother' grave 3 mile away out in the country