ONE of the more interesting diversions this week from our current woes is a Twitter meme entitled “Four horses which mean a lot to me”.

I’ve come up with my own quartet, and while it would be easy to replace any of the names with a long list of alternatives (it’s a bit like ordering dinner in a restaurant with a group of friends – oh, he’s having Ekbalco! I wish I’d gone for Ekbalco, it looks delicious, but I’ve already ordered Frankel, even though I had Frankel for lunch – etc, etc), their names all resonate with individual memories, and I’d like to delve into what those memories, and their associated emotions, stir in me.