We can barely begin to convey our utter relief to have escaped the hellish crush that serves as Melbourne Cup Day at the Canberra Racecourse. How dreadful it has become in recent years; all those suited public service bogans and their tarty bints and the frustratingly impossible queues…and let’s not even think about the pack of vicious Serbs that harassed us one year (straight out of Russian Doll they were – quite terrifying. No kidding, even the coppers hung back when we called for help.) So you can imagine how happy we were today at Kalaru with nary a wait for the bookies nor a gnarl in the loo. And everything so pleasantly, unconsciously daggy. Just the way we like it.
We particularly enjoyed the idiosyncracies of the call – ‘and they’re past the Bega Cheese sign now’ – and there was plenty of entertainment dished up throughout the afternoon…
…and a slew of wasted debutantes and sozzled yoofs by the end of the day. But it was all pretty harmless really.
The Gang only managed one minor win (Gun Runner in the first local race - for a princely sum of $2.30!!) but Ginger had Shocking in the Cup, so she was laughing.
For an abbreviated squizz at the day go here.