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Chance a fine thing at Aintree
There's no escaping history at Aintree. The home of the Grand National has been the scene of so much spectacular drama and there are reminders in every race over those fences.
Not just in the hardy annuals taking part, though the fact that Swing Bill and Big Fella Thanks - a sporting duo as familiar in Liverpool nowadays as Keegan and Toshack were in the 1970s - could finish fifth and seventh in today's Becher Chase, beating plenty more than beaten them on their umpteenth visit to the track, is all to the good.
But also the way today's race brought back vivid memories of the 2002 National when Nigel Twiston-Davies denied his good friend Philip Hobbs as Bindaree nailed Whats Up Boys who had looked sure to win when thee lengths clear at the Elbow.
Hobbs got a measure of revenge over his old mate eleven and a half years later with Chance du Roy, spoiling an amazing comeback by Twiston-Davies' Baby Run who had been off for the best part of three years yet came within a length of an astonishing success.
And those whose view of today's sportsmen is coloured by stories of 'sledging' in the Ashes Test matches can rejoice at the chivalry that rules even at the highest level of competition among jump jockeys
Hobbs's other contender Planet Of Sound was a non runner so Tom O'Brien offered to hand the ride on Chance du Roy to stable jockey Richard Johnson, who was left without a mount, a calling him "An inspirational bloke".
But Johnson - who had been on Whats Up Boys all those years ago - refused to take his colleague's place, saying O'Brien "Deserved the ride" as he had partnered him regularly.
Never any danger of Newbury fashion police stopping the good folk of Aintree from enjoying themselves today - though it wasn't quite the weather for the minimalist outfits favoured on ladies day.
Most striking attire was on the man from the new Grand National sponsors Crabbie's, resplendent in tweed plus fours and maroon socks as he did missionary work, handing out his company's product in the press room.
At least he avoided the wardrobe malfunction that beset race-reader Darren Owen, whose exploding ballpoint left suit, shirt, tie and hands an inky shade of blue. At least it didn't get into his bins.
And his was not the worst fashion disaster of the day, that was the attempt at the "World record for the most Santa hats in one defined place at one time," in the words of the press release.
Anyone who turned up in one got a ten percent discount on Tattersalls tickets for the first two days of the Grand National meeting but wearing next to nothing on ladies day is one thing, turning up in an embarrassing red and white is quite another and the existing record - 1,780 if you and your mates fancy having a crack - was never in danger.