The Melbourne Cup is great.
I did not even pick one of the placegetters this year, did me dough cold.
I loved going to the cup as a kid, and went every year from about age 7 onwards.
When I was young man I got to abuse John Kerr, and called him a drunken disgrace (and I was half pissed at the time
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And the women, wow, back in the early seventies, the fashions were HOT, lots of cleavage, lots of see through, lots of only covers from certain angles, plus picnics with friends, and backed a lot of winners, it was brilliant.
I stopped going about twenty years ago, it had changed, my wife still goes if we get an invite to a ritzy marquee, but now I usually end up working, like today, boohoo, poor me.