HALLELUJAH! What little faith I had in yer internet has been restored. After seven weeks of writing this drivel, I've finally had a comment.
Out of all the million, billion, trillion, zillion of you out there in Mr Webb's wonderful wide world (that's four wubble u's isn't it, not three – well whatever w.w.w. stands for), my thanks go to Gerry. Here was me thinking I was wasting my time, when I could have been writing stories to help yer Oxford Mail's booming circulation (what do you think ed?) when up pops Gerry. Even one of my colleagues had received two comments – one to say he carnt spel and the other to say he didn't know what he was on about!
Now what about the rest of you silly bloggers – it's time you came out the closet or wherever you keep yer computer machines. Come on George (aka Mr M Git), you're always telling me down the boozer how bad my racing tips are – lets have a comment from you, you horrible little man. And then there's Biffster – the fastest blogger in the west – west Oxfordshire that is. You wouldn't believe it, but he leads such a sad life (he's even retired from refereeing now) that within seconds of someone posting a blog, he's read it! Quite remarkable. And then there's Langty, the world's oldest runner. He's a world record holder and a British champion, but in the spare moments when he's not running, he's a silly blogger. Maybe there are even more of you out there. Apparently you gets a hit every time someone logs on to yer blog. I don't know where I am in the hit parade – our systems department haven't disclosed the latest charts – but maybe I'm catching Kylie and yer Kaiser Chiefs – I predict a rise up the hit parade!
And so to last week's two-day meeting at Newbury. Before setting off I can't resist popping down to Ladbrokes to snap up the 16-1 about Chris Gayle being the top run scorer at yer Cricket World Cup. But in my haste I locks myself out the house. This needless to say was the forerunner to drawing a blank at Newbury – I'm also rather worried what I might have done to Mr Gayle shining in the CWC.
Day two at Newbury is clouded by the previous night's celebrations as the mighty Rams walloped Colchester 5-1 to go top of the Coca-Cola Championship. With a fuzzy head sitting on top of a shabby body, I struggle to go for a run to get the Racing Post and am urged by a young girl in a pink hoodie to go faster. This is not possible – I'm doing well to be moving at all. Despite being in a ropey state, I'm convinced Beare Necessities looks a good thing at Kempton and make it the nap of the day.
And then it's back to Newbury. La Dame Brune is sunk without trace in the first, but Maljimar boosts my spirits my taking the next at 7-2. However, Nykel can then only finish third, while Supreme Prince, Picot De Say and Perfect Storm are all unplaced. Surely, Beare Necessities can rescue me and get me humming that catchy tune from the Jungle Book (was that in the hit parade, I wonder). But fraid not, Beare Necessities struggles home fourth and back at Newbury, Patton ends the day on a decidely low note. It's not been a great two days on the betting front. But remember you silly bloggers all comments are welcome – they should be logged on blog, but don't ask me how – and they may take me up the hit parade. What do you reckon, Gerry?

Blewbury's tips appear daily in yer Oxford Mail – it costs 35p – that's less than two tickets for the cheap seats at Witney Odeon – buy it! Last week's winners included Polish Power (9-2) and Paktolos (100-30).