The author of this book of racing anecdotes is well known to readers of the "Daily Express" where he was racing correspondent for many years. He recounts his experiences as a greyhound and racehorse owner, as well as his time as a journalist.
He goes on and on and on about the most incredibly trivial things such as who he had dinner with and what wine they drank. If they had an interesting conversation, he doesn't describe it. He details bets he placed and the finishing order, which some people could make interesting, but not him. I got the impression he kept a scrapbook and included ever tedious detail, but either he's had a terrilby boring life or forgot most of the interesting things.
On one page, I was surprised to find a mention of his wife. Falling in love and getting married isn't included in his autobiography. You'd think something like that would be more important than what wine he drank at a dinner some decades ago, wouldn't you?