The "riding for luck" defence, particularly when a good thing is beaten, should get a mandatory $10,000 fine while the Everest, with or without Aiden O'Brien, does nothing for me.
Perhaps the bottom line was better when Kerrin McEvoy was a stable jockey at Godolphin but he rides better now as a freelance.
With Jason Coyle having so many female jockeys winning races, it took me back to the era when females were shunned in the saddle.
Max Presnell has spent more than 60 years in racing - and he's now put it all down in a book.
Regarding the Everest there is a Gordon Gekko "greed is good" enthusiasm about Peter V'Landys, the general who repelled the corporate hordes plus extracting blood out of a stone from the New South Government for racing.
Windsor has few prestige races yet it provides a cheery experience. Hen parties cluster on the lawns, sharp suited likely lads who spend more on their hair cuts than a case of pinot noir chat up lasses with cheery banter amid queues from better-than-average food shacks and the access to the parade ring and winner's enclosure is ultimately informal."
To what degree the Darren Weir magic, so effective with Black Heart Bart, works on Chocolate Holic will be seen in John Monash at Caulfield, billed down south as the best race in Australia today.
Ron Quinton is following in the Theo Green tradition, the knack developing jockeys that Bart Cummings had with Melbourne Cup winners, emphasised by Hugh Bowman and Andrew Atkins chasing this season's premierships.
The recent examples of New Zealand stayer Yogi and Tiberian, tuning up in Europe for the Melbourne spring, prompted the spark that Australian racing rides on the back of syndicates.
The winning streaks and demeanour of Bjorn Baker, the new age happy-go-lucky Kiwi, is a far cry from "Mo" Bernard and Cyril Neville when New Zealanders were renowned for stealth and cunning. However the picket fence, 1111, with Baker has replaced duck eggs, 0000, before winning for which his countrymen were renowned.