I’ve not been as tired this week as I might have been – and that’s thanks to the organisers of the London Marathon not accepting my late entry after the Hampshire game finished a day early!

Every respect, of course to all of those that did run – and especially to those that suffered blisters and other aches and pains whilst raising large sums for worthy causes. Well done guys and gals.

I used to be a frequent exerciser – in fact I was a bit of an all-rounder - but now, as Paul Franks keeps reminding me, I’m just ‘all-round’!

The fella in the Superman outfit astonished everyone this year by running the 26 mile course in well under three hours. I’ve been saying for years that it was time that the Pink Panther won the race – and advised serious tipsters to have a punt on him.

That logic to gambling accompanied me (and my better half) when we went to the greyhounds for the first time after the Hampshire win.  Many have said I’ve been ‘going to the dogs’ for years but this time it was true – in a literal sense.

Not having a clue about anything (except the pie and mushy peas) I decided to stick with numbers 2 and 5 all night (not a very scientific approach I agree). I don’t think there’s much point elaborating on my success rate but you’d think out of fifteen races etc etc!

"At the fall of a Notts wicket the announcer went to say 'the new batsman is Mark Wagh' but what the spectators actually heard, was the choir in full voice, singing The Lord is my Shepherd."

With the Pink Panther no doubt resting up after his marathon run he was understandably absent from his usual spot at Headingley for our recent trip there.

Usually packed with characters in fancy dress costume for international and other big matches, the western side of the ground was left unoccupied for our game -  ‘to cut down on stewarding costs’ – was the unofficial reason I was given for it’s closure.

Nevertheless, I made sure that the stand was re-christened. As listeners to the internet ball-by-ball commentary will have been aware there was plenty of banter flying about between myself and Dave Callaghan, the BBC Radio Leeds correspondent. My only comeback to the jibes about our calamitous 59 all out last season was to re-name the area, the Tredwell Stand.

You may remember that on the last day of the 2010 season ‘Tredders’ ripped through the Tykes, picking up seven wickets, including a hat-trick. Whilst Somerset are generally regarded as the side who missed out on that last day, it still clearly rankles ‘up north’ that the title didn’t end up at Headingley!

I must, of course, mention our terrific fightback in Leeds. It was a truly outstanding performance – the likes of which I’ve never witnessed before and it did reinforce my belief that the defending champions will go close to retaining their crown again this season. Well played lads!

Mentioning my good chum Cally earlier, he does like a yarn – and reminded me this week that truth is often funnier than fiction. Three or so years ago when Notts were playing at Scarborough there was an intermittent problem with the PA equipment in the ground.  A clash of frequencies with a local church meant that there was interference whenever an announcement was being made.

At the fall of a Notts wicket the announcer went to say “the new batsman is Mark Wagh” but what the spectators actually heard, was the choir in full voice, singing “The Lord is my Shepherd.”

I note in the new Notts’ Yearbook that Peter Wynne-Thomas has done a review of my ‘What Do Points Make?’ book and observed that I’d just about covered last season’s championship success in every way possible, except in poetry - as they used to do a century ago. 

Ever willing, I’ll have a go and try and commit something to verse next week – though it may be more Lorry Park than Laureate!

Dave Bracegirdle provides ball-by-ball commentary on all of Nottinghamshire's LV= County Championship matches on behalf of BBC Radio Nottingham.