Simon Nott trails the bookies at Leopardstown, The Curragh and Laytown

It’s always a pleasure to be asked to work in Ireland, the only thing I’m not too keen on is the almost always early start to get there.
When I say early start, I mean when the party animals are still going strong, alarm set for 2.45am in order to get to Bristol Airport in time to catch the 6.15 to Dublin. I did toy with the idea of having an extra half and hour in bed anticipating a quiet airport at that time of the morning. Having done so would have been a rick of monumental proportions, the place...