THE talking point of the week has been the fallout from the release of the Grand National weights, this year inexplicably unveiled at a stand-up drinks reception at the magnificent, but patently unsuitable Victoria & Albert Museum in London’s well-heeled South Kensington.

There were complaints from invitees about dreadful acoustics and complaints from organisers about the rudeness of some invitees, but the biggest complaint came from Eddie O’Leary, who likened the Grand National to some dystopian post-Brexit celebration-cum-wake at which foreigners were not welcome.