Most of you might be too young to remember the Mystery Man who might stop you in the street and present you with a fiver. I thought I would never see the name again. But we have one in our club. Come on down Les, you are our Mystery Man.

I know you ran the Mob Match on Sunday. I definitely saw you there with Lord Lucan Symons and gave you your running number. Other people saw you there and Wendy assures me when you went past her you looked like being first Carnie home. Keelan, my Grandson shouted to her, “Its Oakley's dad, Les”.

However, I've scoured the results sheet and I can't find you. Now how many Carnies did run on Sunday? Thats the precise statistics blown. Barry Drew and I will have to confer on how we log this one. If you can come forward with some evidence other than the luminous yellow Popeye hat, I'll give you the credit. Or did the Fat Controller call you back before the finish?

At the moment, pride of place goes to Barrie Cardew as first male Carnie home with Steve Phillips chasing him home. Well done to first lady home Helen Thomas and in fact to all 18 or 19 who completed the course. Another special mention for Barry Drew who achieved a much sought after trophy of last Carnie home.

At the after race presentations for the GP series, a special award went to, according to the results sheet, Nigel Timlinson, another mystery man although in his absence, Nigel Tomlinson went up for his award.

We will obviously have to use reverse logic next year to try and break the club record number of entrants into the Mob Match. The lure of a free entry not being sufficient, I guess we will have to charge NYC marathon fees to get more entrants.

Some special moments from the day included Pete Drew not realising the club photo was being taken two feet away from where he was sitting. Olivia's anguished cry as I told her the big hill we had just run down at Swanpool had to be run in the other direction. Managing to high five my grandchildren and steal a kiss from the Duchess not once but twice. Managing to escape unharmed after being informed that I had read the GP standings incorrectly and had not mentioned, which I will correct now, that Carol Drew had finished 4^th in her age group. Sorry Carol and well done. Seeing Alan Rowling, who my sons assure me was their geography teacher at school, getting lost in the hotel. And the realisation that the German tourist attitude has to be taken when trying to secure a table for your club at the presentation. We had to hide in the mezzanine floor come balcony alongside the massage table. Need to get there about 6am next time. Sandie can I buy a Carnie towel?

Carole, I'm going to need some help with the pics. I rushed down to the front to take the presentation pics and took the lot on the wrong setting. If you all want irrefutable evidence that Carnies can move come at look at the blurred pics I have on my PC.