Some punters of Lebanese heritage were rolling around the Clifford Park betting ring laughing until the tears were rolling down their cheeks.

When able to speak curious fellow punters were informed Aydee Fic in Arabic means “F**k you.” When contacted, owner Rodney Lane was apologetic saying it was only a bit of fun as the name was at the end of the submitted list.

Racing registration was quickly on the job and the horse is now known as ‘Journey On’.

At different times in this column we have listed some “quaint” names for racehorses. The press repeated some following the latest stuff up.

A hurdler still going around named Richard Cranium. One called Wear The Fox Hat (Say it 3 times very fast), a gelding called Stun On (spell it backwards), and a mare called Last To Know who was by the sire Knowledge out of Camilla.

Should be a big crowd at Gunsynd Park on Saturday. It’s Stradbroke and Derby day. The Straddie is a fair dinkum raffle especially if the track is wet. The Derby looks a two horse race Moatize and Mission Critical, unless of course the New Zealand Trainer/Blue cattle dog trick comes into play. We had mortgaged the house to unleash on Our Valipolicella in the Oaks but she was a race morning scratching because of an abscess in the hoof. If everything is now spot on she is a knock out chance as she beat the AJC Derby winner in New Zealand before he came over.

Legendary racing journalist Kenny Callander often tells this one on himself. When he was working for 2GB he hosted a racing show on Saturday morning where after his tips people were encouraged to call in to the station.

One day a caller rang up and wanted to tip the listeners a horse. Kenny ridiculed him. “It’s a walker,” he said, “it could not possibly win.” The caller was persistent. “I think it’s a real winning chance. He was unlucky last start.” Kenny replied, “You’ll be unlucky if you back it. What do you do for a living? If you work hard don’t put any of your hard earned on it.” Caller replied, “I’m a Policeman. “A Copper eh,” says Kenny. “Go ahead and back it.”

The horse won at 33/1. Kenny was driving home from the races, and a drunk comes through a stop sign and hits him mid-ships. Kenny rings the Police Station. “Name and scene of the accident?” Copper enquires. “Ken Callander and I’m on Canterbury Road near the Racecourse.” “Callander?” says Copper. “That wouldn’t be Ken Callander coming from the races?” “Sure is,” says Kenny thinking he knows me, everything is going to be sweet. “Good,” says Copper, “I heard you on 2GB this morning and I know your opinion of Coppers. Hope you’re not in a hurry.”

Kenny was pretty late home for tea that night.

“I don’t understand women,” Rather Rotund Resident of Baker Street confided to Drinking Partner. “We had a row last night because she had nothing to wear and not enough closet space.”