I'm from a family that was deeply embedded in the racing industry. In fact, I had an uncle, Uncle Jim, who was actually a horse doper. He was a vet—he wasn't allowed to be called a vet; he was a technician. But it was a little bit embarrassing. The preferred doping method in those days was arsenic. It was a little bit risky: you could actually get a very fast horse or a very dead horse as it came round into the back straight, but he was very proud of the fact that none of his ever died in the front straight. What happened after the meeting was another story. 