The Mare of that Town
The Melbourne Cup. In our see sawing weather patterns it was good to see that for once we received sunshine instead of clouds that usually dominate, giving us the Gotham City feel (I say screw punctuation!) Obviously this meant that it was like an attack of the lobster people scenario where floppy hats with feathers was the only thing that managed to keep people pale and pasty- parts of them lestwise.
There were still a whole bunch of Irish people who had materialised like a Halloween nightmare a week ago. Melbourne, god bless her, gave them another reason to mope. The air was thick with Irish Brogue 'Fourty dollars fer a ticket! That's ballacks!' But enough of kicking people when the're down.
I'm three paragraphs in and I still haven't said anything so here goes, Helen- happy 30th birthday- It was great to see you in Lorne. And even though my travelling companion infuriated the only cab driver down there and my stomach was doing mano-a-mano with itself on the entire journey back I had a ball. And speaking of ball, I look forwards to the bucks night bowling this Saturday for Pollard who is doing the extremely stupid thing of getting married, but with an extremely cool chick, so that should balance things out, karmic-ally speaking.
I was just born this way,