“Cannot think of anything more ghastly…..”
A message from a senior (meaning “ancient”) racecourse board member in response to the “Sweet Caroline” moment from Randwick that I posted yesterday…
Hmmmm…..
I have had lunch with him / her (clever smokescreen eh…??) in the Directors Box at the track where they preside. A sea of tweed and steak and kidney. Which was delicious by the way…
No names. No pack drill. “Don’t tell them your name Pike.” And not representative of the vast majority for sure. But indicative that for some the words “progress” and “change” are several furlongs from the top of their agenda…
Anyway, we move on. Because “ancient” will soon be “passed it”, and fresh blood can usher in more progressive thought…
To the news. Of which there is plenty right now, not all of it easy to fathom or keep up with…
I think Greenland is quite keen on the Chagos Islands…
Venezuela has a lot of very big boats that are filled to the brim with naughty stuff…
Those who turned up centuries ago on virgin shores in their sail-borne ships and planted a flag or three actually, it turns out, had no territorial rites at all. Makes perfect sense – why the hell didn’t Columbus, Vasco da Gama, Magellan and Captain Cook just fly in….??
Air Force One’s coffee maker is on the blink so Air Force Two has its day in the limelight…
Davos later should be interesting…
Elsewhere, Tallulah met The Queen. Edinburgh. Tallulah walking home from University and into a large crowd. Which she shuffled through to continue on her merry way. Until she came up against a barrier. At which point, a door opened, The Queen stepped out, and headed straight to my darling daughter for an unexpected chat. For them both I guess….
“Hey Daddy, guess who I just bumped into…..??”
Nope, I did not get that one…
Raining hard now. Tom Cannon here to school Gooloogong. Jumping weather I guess. Yearlings bouncing well. Older hands taking their return to the saddle in their strides. Stepping towards Spring and the start of the turf flat season. The dog dark mornings are nearly behind us…
Not quite. Nearly…
First Lot pulling out into the wet and the gloom right now. Glamour gig…
