Melbourne Cup
The race that stops the nation.
Today at aroun 2pm AEST the biggest horse race in Australia jumped. We all stopped, watching in rapture as our horses were blown away. We held tight to our bar stools and covered our lips with the froth of a good Guiness. We smiled as the hundred dollars was truly royally flushed away down the toilet and looked on as 5 people in the pub hung in after winning a small, very small, miniscule fortune.
I moved in, and spotting some mugs started chatting, they were not betting men...too bad I thought.
By this stage the alcohol had made me confident, foolhardy and in dire need or the facilities. I decided not to take them and coming away from the urinal continued on my happy walk to another Irish outlett.
Took a booth and ripped the cards out, beginning to play my self in 31. In 3 minutes the occupants of the next table were suckered. Let's play poker. Ok I said - the deck nicely marked. We played and I let them win, i forgot about the markings with the knowledge no money was going to be spilt.
The clincher though, was another man like me. A young man, who wrote music, had a passion for comedy and an anger which he rightly directed towards the misdirections of religion and the cursed politics of the world.
Interestingly enough, outr primeministers pick one the race. The jockey that placed second was all heads and heals to me it was an obvious fix. Lol.
