Look, in purely physical terms, I've got the lot of you soundly beaten. You're bottomless nonarses and needn't even think of trotting down the horsewalk, let alone lining up.
In posting arseworthiness, I offer myself as, if not a top contender, at least a good solid e/w chance, having managed to piss off not only charming individuals who have never deserved a mangling, while riling even usually calm and benign contributors, to a complete countryful. That, surely, demonstrates a wide range of arse skills.
Neither should the stewards overlook my creditable punning skills, which have caused groans audible cross-county, my relentless and pointless pursuit of the grammatically-challenged, and a likewise fixation with rendering Banded Racing and all-weather surfaces socially acceptable.
Overall, I think I'm capable of holding out against early breakers, hold-ups, pace arses and closers, due to my ability to switch when unsuited by the event. Having once proved slightly temperamental, my recent form (and roughing-off during the last couple of months) suggests a worthwhile punt at reasonable odds.