It's always the way isn't it? As soon as I figure I'm right to sit on my horse owning rear end for another couple of days before I have to select an entirely new stable, along comes a message explaining that no, I need to work out exactly what I'm doing within the next 18 hours because like The Melbourne Cup, I almost forgot it's Oaks day coming up. Actually is it Oaks Day? I have no clue. It could be the Oaks, the Lexus stakes, the day of the dead or even lasagne appreciation week for all I know. Whatever the hell it is tomorrow, I'm going to need runners and hopefully ones that don't like to congregate at the back of the pack!