The Diceman Cometh

Speaking of drink, have ya had your first one yet JT?
I'ts well past 8am 
 
 
I used to drink all brands of beer. Now, I am older Budweiser!
I only drink on days beginning with "T". Tuesday, Thursday, today and tomorrow.
JT was in a pub when he proposed. It was very romantic – he got up on one knee.
 
 
 

His brother Nic is a good bloke.
 
 

Dopey must be busy.
Or possibly there is a concern in posting his support publicly given the amount of business that passes thru his organisation courtesy of the RIU.
Whatever, in my opinion, the RIU needs a thorough review and audit of operations.
My criticism is not aimed at the personal, but the processes. I also see potential problems with conflicts of interest in relation to close friendships between licensed persons and staff at the RIU.
I don't believe it has happened to date, but the potential is certainly there.

The Comps thread, and it's associated shit fight reminds me of an incident I was involved in about seven or eight years ago.
It revolved around this website. I cannot remember the reason why, because he is so laid back, but TASMAN MAN was attracting all sorts of critism over something he had posted.
I waded in as well, but over stepped the mark with some pathetic personal comments that really were totally uncalled for and way out of line.
A few weeks later I was in Christchurch attending Cup Week. It was the first time the new stables were in use at Addington so I strolled down to take a look. I was standing there taking it all in when a well dressed gentleman walked past who I recognised from the galloping code.
We exchanged pleasantries and chatted away about the week and his bloodstock.
He asked me if I read Racecafe as it had a good grasp on what was happening around the place.
I replied "yes I do actually. I enjoy it."
"Me too" he said. "I'm Tasman Man, who are you?
I managed to whisper my username in a very hushed and humble tone.
He then proceeded to point out, in a very sincere and mature manner, how dissapointing and totally unwarranted my comments had been, and he was correct of course.
I think I apologised, but if I didn't at the time TM, I do again now.
Moral of the story:
KARMA COMETH WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT SO BEHAVE, RESPECT AND PARTICIPATE YOU ARSE HOLES.
 
 
 
 
 

The Comps thread, and it's associated shit fight reminds me of an incident I was involved in about seven or eight years ago.
It revolved around this website. I cannot remember the reason why, because he is so laid back, but TASMAN MAN was attracting all sorts of critism over something he had posted.
I waded in as well, but over stepped the mark with some pathetic personal comments that really were totally uncalled for and way out of line.
A few weeks later I was in Christchurch attending Cup Week. It was the first time the new stables were in use at Addington so I strolled down to take a look. I was standing there taking it all in when a well dressed gentleman walked past who I recognised from the galloping code.
We exchanged pleasantries and chatted away about the week and his bloodstock.
He asked me if I read Racecafe as it had a good grasp on what was happening around the place.
I replied "yes I do actually. I enjoy it."
"Me too" he said. "I'm Tasman Man, who are you?
I managed to whisper my username in a very hushed and humble tone.
He then proceeded to point out, in a very sincere and mature manner, how dissapointing and totally unwarranted my comments had been, and he was correct of course.
I think I apologised, but if I didn't at the time TM, I do again now.
Moral of the story:
KARMA COMETH WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT SO BEHAVE, RESPECT AND PARTICIPATE YOU ARSE HOLES.
 
 
 
 
 

You need a filly with a bit of spunk apparantly to win Group 1 races.
I like my commentators to have a bit of spunk as well - to paint the picture that many can't see, for whatever reason.
If you don't like it, turn the bloody sound down.
 
“People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do.”
 

I'm three quarters schindlers list thanks to the place divvy, quinella ( how  lucky was that) and trifecta kindly delivered by the magical run ......from last I might add given by one MJW.
$19 a place you bloody beauty, trained by another Kiwi champion.
As a way of thank you, I am offering said jock my two tickets to Ed Shearing that P4 P was gonna give me.
What a guy he is, as am I.    Hic.

Aah, the owners optimism creed lives on, as it rightfully should.
I am embarrassingly reminded of one I owned in the early 2000s.
I bought a 4YO well bred mare privately from a well known Hunter Valley stud. She had previously been purchased at the Sydney Classic sale for good money by Gai and according to the stud man that I was dealing with, had shown the stable plenty, but suffered a number of irritating niggly ongoing leg problems and needed time.
Back then I was in a position to take a punt and buy her and she then spent six months in the paddock at Scone. She wasn't cheap but I thought value at the time.
I then had a lovely young lass who worked at one of the local studs do some preparatory work on her, and started to get encouragement as she appeared to be sound and really enjoying her work.
I allowed myself to start dreaming of Group 1 glory and possibly even Royal Ascot, as Choisir had just won the King George and the Hunter Valley was buzzing.
I plotted a first up plunge.
There was a young lady trainer in Tamworth who had a good strike rate from limited numbers so I asked her to take the mare and indicated the race in six weeks that I was keen to start in. It was a non-TAB Saturday meeting at Armidale over 1000 metres.
Armidale regularly had a dozen bookies at their meetings and three or four were happy to take a bet.
We asked a veteran Hunter Valley jock Barry Gattenby to ride her and he travelled from his home at Quirindi up to Tamworth to put her through her paces, and gave us glowing reports of her ability. Barry said she had a great feel and he really liked her acceleration.
I asked him to keep "stum" about the mare and her planned race day debut.
Should we trial her or just keep working her with a stablemate?
We decided no trial. 
The Tamworth paper had the mare at 6-1 on the Friday. 
She was in the second last race so we trailer floated her up (Armidale is about 90 minutes North of Tamworth ) just after lunch.
I was surprised at the amount of attention she had around the stables when we arrived, and the close inspection from the stipes.
I was seriously pumped. This was the start of my rise to the top of the thoroughbred  ownership mountain. I was even tempted to ring Gai and proclaim my new found genius status. It was euphoria equine style. 
The race was worth $3000 with around $1800 to the winner.
I managed to get $100 on her with five bookies at an average 4-6.
 I learnt later she had been spruiked around the area for the past two weeks.
She paraded perfectly. She went to the start in magnificent order. Everything was falling into place.
I had that much adrenaline flowing, I was actually shaking with excitement.
There were 8 in the race. She drew 3 and when the starter said go Barry pushed the button, as instructed and went straight to the front.
My memory is a little clouded from that point. I know she led for about 600 metres but the seven others had all passed her by the straight entrance.
By the time she crossed the line in a slow canter I was seriously shaking with grief, not so much for the mare, who had done her best, but for my dreams of Ascot and Randwick and my very empty pockets.
Barry carried her back to the birdcage. His summation was brief.
"She might make a nice broodmare, but one thing's for sure. She doesn't want to be a racehorse."
I can categorically state, it was the longest drive home from the races I can ever remember.
 
Good luck today P4P.
Anyone involved in ownership deserves a medal.
 
 

Aah, the owners optimism creed lives on, as it rightfully should.
I am embarrassingly reminded of one I owned in the early 2000s.
I bought a 4YO well bred mare privately from a well known Hunter Valley stud. She had previously been purchased at the Sydney Classic sale for good money by Gai and according to the stud man that I was dealing with, had shown the stable plenty, but suffered a number of irritating niggly ongoing leg problems and needed time.
Back then I was in a position to take a punt and buy her and she then spent six months in the paddock at Scone. She wasn't cheap but I thought value at the time.
I then had a lovely young lass who worked at one of the local studs do some preparatory work on her, and started to get encouragement as she appeared to be sound and really enjoying her work.
I allowed myself to start dreaming of Group 1 glory and possibly even Royal Ascot, as Choisir had just won the King George and the Hunter Valley was buzzing.
I plotted a first up plunge.
There was a young lady trainer in Tamworth who had a good strike rate from limited numbers so I asked her to take the mare and indicated the race in six weeks that I was keen to start in. It was a non-TAB Saturday meeting at Armidale over 1000 metres.
Armidale regularly had a dozen bookies at their meetings and three or four were happy to take a bet.
We asked a veteran Hunter Valley jock Barry Gattenby to ride her and he travelled from his home at Quirindi up to Tamworth to put her through her paces, and gave us glowing reports of her ability. Barry said she had a great feel and he really liked her acceleration.
I asked him to keep "stum" about the mare and her planned race day debut.
Should we trial her or just keep working her with a stablemate?
We decided no trial. 
The Tamworth paper had the mare at 6-1 on the Friday. 
She was in the second last race so we trailer floated her up (Armidale is about 90 minutes North of Tamworth ) just after lunch.
I was surprised at the amount of attention she had around the stables when we arrived, and the close inspection from the stipes.
I was seriously pumped. This was the start of my rise to the top of the thoroughbred  ownership mountain. I was even tempted to ring Gai and proclaim my new found genius status. It was euphoria equine style. 
The race was worth $3000 with around $1800 to the winner.
I managed to get $100 on her with five bookies at an average 4-6.
 I learnt later she had been spruiked around the area for the past two weeks.
She paraded perfectly. She went to the start in magnificent order. Everything was falling into place.
I had that much adrenaline flowing, I was actually shaking with excitement.
There were 8 in the race. She drew 3 and when the starter said go Barry pushed the button, as instructed and went straight to the front.
My memory is a little clouded from that point. I know she led for about 600 metres but the seven others had all passed her by the straight entrance.
By the time she crossed the line in a slow canter I was seriously shaking with grief, not so much for the mare, who had done her best, but for my dreams of Ascot and Randwick and my very empty pockets.
Barry carried her back to the birdcage. His summation was brief.
"She might make a nice broodmare, but one thing's for sure. She doesn't want to be a racehorse."
I can categorically state, it was the longest drive home from the races I can ever remember.
 
Good luck today P4P.
Anyone involved in ownership deserves a medal.
 
 

Aah, the owners optimism creed lives on, as it rightfully should.
I am embarrassingly reminded of one I owned in the early 2000s.
I bought a 4YO well bred mare privately from a well known Hunter Valley stud. She had previously been purchased at the Sydney Classic sale for good money by Gai and according to the stud man that I was dealing with, had shown the stable plenty, but suffered a number of irritating niggly ongoing leg problems and needed time.
Back then I was in a position to take a punt and buy her and she then spent six months in the paddock at Scone. She wasn't cheap but I thought value at the time.
I then had a lovely young lass who worked at one of the local studs do some preparatory work on her, and started to get encouragement as she appeared to be sound and really enjoying her work.
I allowed myself to start dreaming of Group 1 glory and possibly even Royal Ascot, as Choisir had just won the King George and the Hunter Valley was buzzing.
I plotted a first up plunge.
There was a young lady trainer in Tamworth who had a good strike rate from limited numbers so I asked her to take the mare and indicated the race in six weeks that I was keen to start in. It was a non-TAB Saturday meeting at Armidale over 1000 metres.
Armidale regularly had a dozen bookies at their meetings and three or four were happy to take a bet.
We asked a veteran Hunter Valley jock Barry Gattenby to ride her and he travelled from his home at Quirindi up to Tamworth to put her through her paces, and gave us glowing reports of her ability. Barry said she had a great feel and he really liked her acceleration.
I asked him to keep "stum" about the mare and her planned race day debut.
Should we trial her or just keep working her with a stablemate?
We decided no trial. 
The Tamworth paper had the mare at 6-1 on the Friday. 
She was in the second last race so we trailer floated her up (Armidale is about 90 minutes North of Tamworth ) just after lunch.
I was surprised at the amount of attention she had around the stables when we arrived, and the close inspection from the stipes.
I was seriously pumped. This was the start of my rise to the top of the thoroughbred  ownership mountain. I was even tempted to ring Gai and proclaim my new found genius status. It was euphoria equine style. 
The race was worth $3000 with around $1800 to the winner.
I managed to get $100 on her with five bookies at an average 4-6.
 I learnt later she had been spruiked around the area for the past two weeks.
She paraded perfectly. She went to the start in magnificent order. Everything was falling into place.
I had that much adrenaline flowing, I was actually shaking with excitement.
There were 8 in the race. She drew 3 and when the starter said go Barry pushed the button, as instructed and went straight to the front.
My memory is a little clouded from that point. I know she led for about 600 metres but the seven others had all passed her by the straight entrance.
By the time she crossed the line in a slow canter I was seriously shaking with grief, not so much for the mare, who had done her best, but for my dreams of Ascot and Randwick and my very empty pockets.
Barry carried her back to the birdcage. His summation was brief.
"She might make a nice broodmare, but one thing's for sure. She doesn't want to be a racehorse."
I can categorically state, it was the longest drive home from the races I can ever remember.
 
Good luck today P4P.
Anyone involved in ownership deserves a medal.
 
 

Aah, the owners optimism creed lives on, as it rightfully should.
I am embarrassingly reminded of one I owned in the early 2000s.
I bought a 4YO well bred mare privately from a well known Hunter Valley stud. She had previously been purchased at the Sydney Classic sale for good money by Gai and according to the stud man that I was dealing with, had shown the stable plenty, but suffered a number of irritating niggly ongoing leg problems and needed time.
Back then I was in a position to take a punt and buy her and she then spent six months in the paddock at Scone. She wasn't cheap but I thought value at the time.
I then had a lovely young lass who worked at one of the local studs do some preparatory work on her, and started to get encouragement as she appeared to be sound and really enjoying her work.
I allowed myself to start dreaming of Group 1 glory and possibly even Royal Ascot, as Choisir had just won the King George and the Hunter Valley was buzzing.
I plotted a first up plunge.
There was a young lady trainer in Tamworth who had a good strike rate from limited numbers so I asked her to take the mare and indicated the race in six weeks that I was keen to start in. It was a non-TAB Saturday meeting at Armidale over 1000 metres.
Armidale regularly had a dozen bookies at their meetings and three or four were happy to take a bet.
We asked a veteran Hunter Valley jock Barry Gattenby to ride her and he travelled from his home at Quirindi up to Tamworth to put her through her paces, and gave us glowing reports of her ability. Barry said she had a great feel and he really liked her acceleration.
I asked him to keep "stum" about the mare and her planned race day debut.
Should we trial her or just keep working her with a stablemate?
We decided no trial. 
The Tamworth paper had the mare at 6-1 on the Friday. 
She was in the second last race so we trailer floated her up (Armidale is about 90 minutes North of Tamworth ) just after lunch.
I was surprised at the amount of attention she had around the stables when we arrived, and the close inspection from the stipes.
I was seriously pumped. This was the start of my rise to the top of the thoroughbred  ownership mountain. I was even tempted to ring Gai and proclaim my new found genius status. It was euphoria equine style. 
The race was worth $3000 with around $1800 to the winner.
I managed to get $100 on her with five bookies at an average 4-6.
 I learnt later she had been spruiked around the area for the past two weeks.
She paraded perfectly. She went to the start in magnificent order. Everything was falling into place.
I had that much adrenaline flowing, I was actually shaking with excitement.
There were 8 in the race. She drew 3 and when the starter said go Barry pushed the button, as instructed and went straight to the front.
My memory is a little clouded from that point. I know she led for about 600 metres but the seven others had all passed her by the straight entrance.
By the time she crossed the line in a slow canter I was seriously shaking with grief, not so much for the mare, who had done her best, but for my dreams of Ascot and Randwick and my very empty pockets.
Barry carried her back to the birdcage. His summation was brief.
"She might make a nice broodmare, but one thing's for sure. She doesn't want to be a racehorse."
I can categorically state, it was the longest drive home from the races I can ever remember.
 
Good luck today P4P.
Anyone involved in ownership deserves a medal.
 
 

Aah, the owners optimism creed lives on, as it rightfully should.
I am embarrassingly reminded of one I owned in the early 2000s.
I bought a 4YO well bred mare privately from a well known Hunter Valley stud. She had previously been purchased at the Sydney Classic sale for good money by Gai and according to the stud man that I was dealing with, had shown the stable plenty, but suffered a number of irritating niggly ongoing leg problems and needed time.
Back then I was in a position to take a punt and buy her and she then spent six months in the paddock at Scone. She wasn't cheap but I thought value at the time.
I then had a lovely young lass who worked at one of the local studs do some preparatory work on her, and started to get encouragement as she appeared to be sound and really enjoying her work.
I allowed myself to start dreaming of Group 1 glory and possibly even Royal Ascot, as Choisir had just won the King George and the Hunter Valley was buzzing.
I plotted a first up plunge.
There was a young lady trainer in Tamworth who had a good strike rate from limited numbers so I asked her to take the mare and indicated the race in six weeks that I was keen to start in. It was a non-TAB Saturday meeting at Armidale over 1000 metres.
Armidale regularly had a dozen bookies at their meetings and three or four were happy to take a bet.
We asked a veteran Hunter Valley jock Barry Gattenby to ride her and he travelled from his home at Quirindi up to Tamworth to put her through her paces, and gave us glowing reports of her ability. Barry said she had a great feel and he really liked her acceleration.
I asked him to keep "stum" about the mare and her planned race day debut.
Should we trial her or just keep working her with a stablemate?
We decided no trial. 
The Tamworth paper had the mare at 6-1 on the Friday. 
She was in the second last race so we trailer floated her up (Armidale is about 90 minutes North of Tamworth ) just after lunch.
I was surprised at the amount of attention she had around the stables when we arrived, and the close inspection from the stipes.
I was seriously pumped. This was the start of my rise to the top of the thoroughbred  ownership mountain. I was even tempted to ring Gai and proclaim my new found genius status. It was euphoria equine style. 
The race was worth $3000 with around $1800 to the winner.
I managed to get $100 on her with five bookies at an average 4-6.
 I learnt later she had been spruiked around the area for the past two weeks.
She paraded perfectly. She went to the start in magnificent order. Everything was falling into place.
I had that much adrenaline flowing, I was actually shaking with excitement.
There were 8 in the race. She drew 3 and when the starter said go Barry pushed the button, as instructed and went straight to the front.
My memory is a little clouded from that point. I know she led for about 600 metres but the seven others had all passed her by the straight entrance.
By the time she crossed the line in a slow canter I was seriously shaking with grief, not so much for the mare, who had done her best, but for my dreams of Ascot and Randwick and my very empty pockets.
Barry carried her back to the birdcage. His summation was brief.
"She might make a nice broodmare, but one thing's for sure. She doesn't want to be a racehorse."
I can categorically state, it was the longest drive home from the races I can ever remember.
 
Good luck today P4P.
Anyone involved in ownership deserves a medal.
 
 

Aah, the owners optimism creed lives on, as it rightfully should.
I am embarrassingly reminded of one I owned in the early 2000s.
I bought a 4YO well bred mare privately from a well known Hunter Valley stud. She had previously been purchased at the Sydney Classic sale for good money by Gai and according to the stud man that I was dealing with, had shown the stable plenty, but suffered a number of irritating niggly ongoing leg problems and needed time.
Back then I was in a position to take a punt and buy her and she then spent six months in the paddock at Scone. She wasn't cheap but I thought value at the time.
I then had a lovely young lass who worked at one of the local studs do some preparatory work on her, and started to get encouragement as she appeared to be sound and really enjoying her work.
I allowed myself to start dreaming of Group 1 glory and possibly even Royal Ascot, as Choisir had just won the King George and the Hunter Valley was buzzing.
I plotted a first up plunge.
There was a young lady trainer in Tamworth who had a good strike rate from limited numbers so I asked her to take the mare and indicated the race in six weeks that I was keen to start in. It was a non-TAB Saturday meeting at Armidale over 1000 metres.
Armidale regularly had a dozen bookies at their meetings and three or four were happy to take a bet.
We asked a veteran Hunter Valley jock Barry Gattenby to ride her and he travelled from his home at Quirindi up to Tamworth to put her through her paces, and gave us glowing reports of her ability. Barry said she had a great feel and he really liked her acceleration.
I asked him to keep "stum" about the mare and her planned race day debut.
Should we trial her or just keep working her with a stablemate?
We decided no trial. 
The Tamworth paper had the mare at 6-1 on the Friday. 
She was in the second last race so we trailer floated her up (Armidale is about 90 minutes North of Tamworth ) just after lunch.
I was surprised at the amount of attention she had around the stables when we arrived, and the close inspection from the stipes.
I was seriously pumped. This was the start of my rise to the top of the thoroughbred  ownership mountain. I was even tempted to ring Gai and proclaim my new found genius status. It was euphoria equine style. 
The race was worth $3000 with around $1800 to the winner.
I managed to get $100 on her with five bookies at an average 4-6.
 I learnt later she had been spruiked around the area for the past two weeks.
She paraded perfectly. She went to the start in magnificent order. Everything was falling into place.
I had that much adrenaline flowing, I was actually shaking with excitement.
There were 8 in the race. She drew 3 and when the starter said go Barry pushed the button, as instructed and went straight to the front.
My memory is a little clouded from that point. I know she led for about 600 metres but the seven others had all passed her by the straight entrance.
By the time she crossed the line in a slow canter I was seriously shaking with grief, not so much for the mare, who had done her best, but for my dreams of Ascot and Randwick and my very empty pockets.
Barry carried her back to the birdcage. His summation was brief.
"She might make a nice broodmare, but one thing's for sure. She doesn't want to be a racehorse."
I can categorically state, it was the longest drive home from the races I can ever remember.
 
Good luck today P4P.
Anyone involved in ownership deserves a medal.
 
 

Aah, the owners optimism creed lives on, as it rightfully should.
I am embarrassingly reminded of one I owned in the early 2000s.
I bought a 4YO well bred mare privately from a well known Hunter Valley stud. She had previously been purchased at the Sydney Classic sale for good money by Gai and according to the stud man that I was dealing with, had shown the stable plenty, but suffered a number of irritating niggly ongoing leg problems and needed time.
Back then I was in a position to take a punt and buy her and she then spent six months in the paddock at Scone. She wasn't cheap but I thought value at the time.
I then had a lovely young lass who worked at one of the local studs do some preparatory work on her, and started to get encouragement as she appeared to be sound and really enjoying her work.
I allowed myself to start dreaming of Group 1 glory and possibly even Royal Ascot, as Choisir had just won the King George and the Hunter Valley was buzzing.
I plotted a first up plunge.
There was a young lady trainer in Tamworth who had a good strike rate from limited numbers so I asked her to take the mare and indicated the race in six weeks that I was keen to start in. It was a non-TAB Saturday meeting at Armidale over 1000 metres.
Armidale regularly had a dozen bookies at their meetings and three or four were happy to take a bet.
We asked a veteran Hunter Valley jock Barry Gattenby to ride her and he travelled from his home at Quirindi up to Tamworth to put her through her paces, and gave us glowing reports of her ability. Barry said she had a great feel and he really liked her acceleration.
I asked him to keep "stum" about the mare and her planned race day debut.
Should we trial her or just keep working her with a stablemate?
We decided no trial. 
The Tamworth paper had the mare at 6-1 on the Friday. 
She was in the second last race so we trailer floated her up (Armidale is about 90 minutes North of Tamworth ) just after lunch.
I was surprised at the amount of attention she had around the stables when we arrived, and the close inspection from the stipes.
I was seriously pumped. This was the start of my rise to the top of the thoroughbred  ownership mountain. I was even tempted to ring Gai and proclaim my new found genius status. It was euphoria equine style. 
The race was worth $3000 with around $1800 to the winner.
I managed to get $100 on her with five bookies at an average 4-6.
 I learnt later she had been spruiked around the area for the past two weeks.
She paraded perfectly. She went to the start in magnificent order. Everything was falling into place.
I had that much adrenaline flowing, I was actually shaking with excitement.
There were 8 in the race. She drew 3 and when the starter said go Barry pushed the button, as instructed and went straight to the front.
My memory is a little clouded from that point. I know she led for about 600 metres but the seven others had all passed her by the straight entrance.
By the time she crossed the line in a slow canter I was seriously shaking with grief, not so much for the mare, who had done her best, but for my dreams of Ascot and Randwick and my very empty pockets.
Barry carried her back to the birdcage. His summation was brief.
"She might make a nice broodmare, but one thing's for sure. She doesn't want to be a racehorse."
I can categorically state, it was the longest drive home from the races I can ever remember.
 
Good luck today P4P.
Anyone involved in ownership deserves a medal.
 
 

Whoz Hot
In the Jockey's ranks - Slamming Sammy 
New Zealand's leading hoop is having a blinder. Love her like a sister. Go girl.
 
In the Trainer's ranks - The Matamata Ladies
Fawcett, Prendergast, Gerard
Hot, Hot, Hot - back them with confidence. Love your work ladies - well done.
 
In the Owner's ranks - Cambridge Kylie
My dream wife - we deserve each other.
Plenty of winners in 2018 and a big Cup week ahead.
 
In the Media ranks - The Central Districts TV crew.
The pictures from the Gisborne - Wairoa week were excellent, with one exception.
Could you put some extra makeup on Big Bev. He has enthusiasm, knowledge and great rapport with both trainers and jockeys, but a deadset face for radio.
 
In the Administrators ranks - The Gisborne - Wairoa committees and track staff.
Bloody brilliant, all of you.
 

Seriously, some of you lot need your nappies changed.
Same shit - different day.

Reality is, if you leave alphabet soup on the stove and go out, it could spell disaster.
 

Whoz Hot
In the Jockey's ranks - Slamming Sammy 
New Zealand's leading hoop is having a blinder. Love her like a sister. Go girl.
 
In the Trainer's ranks - The Matamata Ladies
Fawcett, Prendergast, Gerard
Hot, Hot, Hot - back them with confidence. Love your work ladies - well done.
 
In the Owner's ranks - Cambridge Kylie
My dream wife - we deserve each other.
Plenty of winners in 2018 and a big Cup week ahead.
 
In the Media ranks - The Central Districts TV crew.
The pictures from the Gisborne - Wairoa week were excellent, with one exception.
Could you put some extra makeup on Big Bev. He has enthusiasm, knowledge and great rapport with both trainers and jockeys, but a deadset face for radio.
 
In the Administrators ranks - The Gisborne - Wairoa committees and track staff.
Bloody brilliant, all of you.
 

Whoz Hot
In the Jockey's ranks - Slamming Sammy 
New Zealand's leading hoop is having a blinder. Love her like a sister. Go girl.
 
In the Trainer's ranks - The Matamata Ladies
Fawcett, Prendergast, Gerard
Hot, Hot, Hot - back them with confidence. Love your work ladies - well done.
 
In the Owner's ranks - Cambridge Kylie
My dream wife - we deserve each other.
Plenty of winners in 2018 and a big Cup week ahead.
 
In the Media ranks - The Central Districts TV crew.
The pictures from the Gisborne - Wairoa week were excellent, with one exception.
Could you put some extra makeup on Big Bev. He has enthusiasm, knowledge and great rapport with both trainers and jockeys, but a deadset face for radio.
 
In the Administrators ranks - The Gisborne - Wairoa committees and track staff.
Bloody brilliant, all of you.
 

Thank you for your welcome Mr Much. 
Please give my regards to your cousin, Eaten Too, who I dated in High School. I hope her recent stomach staple operation has been a success.
Mr Cave, would I be correct in assuming your recent arrival from Melbourne has coincided with the Australian Goverment's policy of returning all penal discards to their place of birth. You need a slap for being caught in the first place, but that aside, it is glaringly obvious that you are enjoying the freedom of access to a computer. One could also assume it is most likely at your local library.
You need to learn a thing or two about Karma. It is very closely related to Karma Sutra, and as sure as God created beaten odds on favourites, the fickle figure of fate will fxxx, come up behind you and teach you a lesson of a very painfull nature. You of course, know this already after your weekend in Auckland at the Pride Festival. Make sure you continue to apply the ointment.
In this instance, I agree whole heartedly with Ounceforounce.
C Rutten, as owner, can do what he pleases with each and every one of his horses. In this case he is yet to be proved wrong in his decision, but I have a gut feel that if the horse wins the Derby, Rosie may well be remunerated for her efforts to date, which would make your Karma wish very misguided, and nasty in the extreme.
Have a great day.
 
 
 
 

Thank you for your welcome Mr Much. 
Please give my regards to your cousin, Eaten Too, who I dated in High School. I hope her recent stomach staple operation has been a success.
Mr Cave, would I be correct in assuming your recent arrival from Melbourne has coincided with the Australian Goverment's policy of returning all penal discards to their place of birth. You need a slap for being caught in the first place, but that aside, it is glaringly obvious that you are enjoying the freedom of access to a computer. One could also assume it is most likely at your local library.
You need to learn a thing or two about Karma. It is very closely related to Karma Sutra, and as sure as God created beaten odds on favourites, the fickle figure of fate will fxxx, come up behind you and teach you a lesson of a very painfull nature. You of course, know this already after your weekend in Auckland at the Pride Festival. Make sure you continue to apply the ointment.
In this instance, I agree whole heartedly with Ounceforounce.
C Rutten, as owner, can do what he pleases with each and every one of his horses. In this case he is yet to be proved wrong in his decision, but I have a gut feel that if the horse wins the Derby, Rosie may well be remunerated for her efforts to date, which would make your Karma wish very misguided, and nasty in the extreme.
Have a great day.
 
 
 
 

Thank you for your welcome Mr Much. 
Please give my regards to your cousin, Eaten Too, who I dated in High School. I hope her recent stomach staple operation has been a success.
Mr Cave, would I be correct in assuming your recent arrival from Melbourne has coincided with the Australian Goverment's policy of returning all penal discards to their place of birth. You need a slap for being caught in the first place, but that aside, it is glaringly obvious that you are enjoying the freedom of access to a computer. One could also assume it is most likely at your local library.
You need to learn a thing or two about Karma. It is very closely related to Karma Sutra, and as sure as God created beaten odds on favourites, the fickle figure of fate will fxxx, come up behind you and teach you a lesson of a very painfull nature. You of course, know this already after your weekend in Auckland at the Pride Festival. Make sure you continue to apply the ointment.
In this instance, I agree whole heartedly with Ounceforounce.
C Rutten, as owner, can do what he pleases with each and every one of his horses. In this case he is yet to be proved wrong in his decision, but I have a gut feel that if the horse wins the Derby, Rosie may well be remunerated for her efforts to date, which would make your Karma wish very misguided, and nasty in the extreme.
Have a great day.
 
 
 
 

Is this a private conversation, or can other wise and intelligent, good looking and  soft-handed achievers join in?

Is this a private conversation, or can other wise and intelligent, good looking and  soft-handed achievers join in?