Weblog: What do you mean the Wi-Fi doesn't work? The life of a Racing Post reporter
Their success is no joke
Spot the odd ones out: Cannon & Ball; Little & Large; Hale & Pace; O'Meara & Tudhope.
Yes, it's the guys at the end. The one double act that is actually going somewhere.
True, they'd be tailed off in a four-way 'Opportunity Knocks' competition - they're a softly-spoken pair and though they're happy to talk, they're not obvious candidates for on-stage japery.
But actions speak louder than words and what trainer and jockey have done on the racecourse in the last couple of years would get a huge standing ovation and a monster phone vote. Quietly effective. Thoroughly professional. Landing big prizes nationwide and finding the key to many a tricky or jaded customer.
As illustrated perfectly today at Haydock with Set The Trend, O'Meara brave enough to risk running his relatively new recruit over 7f for the first time in more than three years and Tudhope getting things exactly right in front and having just enough left at the line.
Unlike A Little Bit Dusty, who bolted up by eight lengths in an amateurs' event which threw up a highly unusual post-race quote race. "Oh, I am sorry" was young jockey Freddie Mitchell's response to connections when told the margin, clearly fearing he had ruined the gelding's mark - though it would be mightily harsh for the handicapper to jack him up too much as he palpably had the run of the race in front, and this was scarcely the Ebor.
Good to be back. Particularly if you are a celebrity.
The handful of you who head here deliberately rather than hitting this page accidentally while looking for the good stuff may have noticed I have been away since Ebor day. On holiday. Icmeler in Turkey - very hot, very nice.
Which I bring up solely because whenever I leave the country for more than a couple of days, someone famous passes away. Les Dawson, John Peel and Barbara Cartland in the past. And both Neil Armstong and Max Bygraves sadly departed in my absence this time.
All complete coincidence. Or rather evidence that when you are abroad you take very little notice of the news other than those items which are out of the ordinary, like the death of somebody notable. Things that have to jostle for headspace with more important stuff when you are at home and so make much less impact.
But just in case, I have good news for the celebrity world. Unless you count Bangor or Musselburgh, I'm done with foreign travel for 2012 now.