The Latest in Equine News

Dear Diary So, the world has been buzzing this week with everyone utterly excited at a newly awaited chapter in the entertainment world, a reemergence of true giants with a long history of giving the fans what they want; yes peoples! That’s right. I’ve announced a new book… oh and some band called Oasis is

Dear diary, Sorry for the absence last week, but her ladyship bobbed off to Port Seagul with her better half, mini-mother and the brothership’s daughter for the week leaving me sans laptop and minion to type for me. Personally, I enjoy these wonderfully quiet periods where she is AWOL but I can understand many of

Dear diary, Thank you for the many suggestions after last week’s entry asking where I should focus my attentions next. I agree I could probably do a much better job of running this country, and indeed a knighthood should be on its way, but I do think the suggestion of leading the synchronised swimming team

Dear diary, So now the excitement of my stunning achievements at the Olympics is dying down and the last weeks of the Games has been handed over to lesser sports like throwing objects further than mother can chuck a tantrum or pretending to be a rabbit (do humans have ANY idea how daft they look

Dear diary, Well, where do I start on what has been the most amazing week of my entire life? For once I am almost lost for words – note almost, otherwise this would be a seriously short diary entry. Let’s be honest, I have always, always said that I was the weapon British Eventing (BE)

Dear Diary What can I say? I did the “I told you so” yesterday so I think it’s “I told you so with a cherry on top” today. Did I or did I not tell you all for YEARS that I am the greatest secret weapon in the equestrian world? In my hay day I

Dear diary, I don’t like to say I told you so. It lacks decorum, class and refinement. Ha! Screw that! TOLD YOU SO! Have I not for YEARS told British Eventing (BE) that if they used me, world domination was inevitable? And, thanks to the vision and frankly the ability to admit that they have

Dear Diary I know – multiple entries from me but this is extenuating circumstances – it’s not often that the fate of British eventing Olympic success lies in a boy’s hooves so c’est la vie. I am now firmly getting down with this Fronsay and am finding that the French mares appear to be a

Dear diary, C’est l’heure! I know, I know, there is no end to my talents – I am a writer, heartthrob, comedian, all-round multi-disciplinary superstar and linguist supreme. There is no wonder the Dutch team offered huge sums of money for me at Windsor all those years ago, but thankfully for all of us, I

Hovis’ Paris flags. Dear diary, Well, it’s fair to say none of you saw that coming, did you?! I did tell you I had news – but in fairness, I guess this was NEWS on a scale more epic than my, now recognised, talent. As the details spread like wildfire, I was happy to see so many of