PHILIP Green used to own a decent racehorse, Bonanza Boy, which won a number of big races. And those Irish "best friends" of his, such as Dermot Desmond and JP McManus, are among the most senior figures in the racing world. Yet somehow I feel confident he will not be at next week's Cheltenham Festival. It is, of course, otherwise known as the Irish Festival, when tens of thousands cross the water to bet their farms and pensions in a three-day orgy of drinking and high emotion. It would not be a sensible place for a man who's been quoted in the papers as casting doubts on the intelligence of the Celts.
Conspiracy is off the menu, sir
THE demise, at last, of Aberdeen and Angus Steak Houses this week lays to rest a popular urban myth.
The prawn cocktail, Mateus Ros[R] and crappy steaks group has been almost empty since the 1970s, prompting unfounded rumours it could only survive because it may have been a front for something dodgy. Its financial meltdown proves, to anyone but the most extreme conspiracist, that the Turk running the show was not bent, just uninspired.
Why Mr Coffee is full of beans
FOR the past couple of years, week in week out, no matter how inclement the weather, there has been a mobile coffee stand - little more than a moped and trailer - outside the Bishopsgate office of ABN Amro. Its owner, Silvio (slogan: "Mr Coffee - he's so frothy"), is a lesson in hard work and …