Goodness gracious great balls of fire!
The Dikler, from the Racing Post
09 February 2011
STORIES about the ebullient Mick Easterby abound, but the Dikler was particularly taken with a tale about the Sheriff Hutton trainer told at the funeral of his long-standing employee Tom Lynch, who died last month.
According to Brian Bivens, himself a former Easterby employee, one morning Lynch was summoned to the house and found his boss in bed complaining of a painful back. After a brief discussion it was decided that some horse liniment would effect the speediest of cures, even though the soft human skin is a great deal more tender than a horse's hair-covered hide.
Arriving back with the bottle of the stuff and with his boss lying on his front, Lynch began to administer the cure. Well, he tried to, but the wretched stuff would not come out of the bottle. A couple of gentle taps failed to release it, so a third, more strongly administered blow was tried.
It worked, but too well. The whole contents of the bottle were released on to the tender Easterby flesh, at which point the great man jumped off the bed and dashed for the bathroom to rinse the more tender parts of his anatomy onto which the strong liniment had inadvertently seeped.
