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You Northern Latte sipping yuppies might enjoy sipping Champers as  you secretly dread tomorrow's traffic jam , but down South here we just look forward to a massive day on the punt at the home of NZ racing on Saturday....

Even Leo is in town....

And a few other 'Cafers perchance ?

The Cubemeister is gonna be a floater in the Nightmarch / Phar Lap vicinity.....recognisable by the parrot on the shoulder and the eye-patch

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Great day out and hope to get there, got a wee interest in one going around, good luck with your mare cubes, I see you have been given the visitors draw again, hopefully  we get a bit of sting out of the track, good fields and a punters nightmare trying to find a winner. Will keep an eye out for that one eyed parrot.

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Been a great carnival so far and enjoyed catching up with Leo and yourself on Wednesday. I've got a photo of the 3 of us looking prosperous :rcf-cool:

Good luck to both of you with your runners tomorrow. After getting through the KPC Final today I'm looking forward to a great punting day

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Best of British to all. Hope it's a good one Cubes either in the first or the last.Would have like to be a part of it but my well-paid equine advisor says otherwise. Never mind. Still basking in our recent spoils plus a tidy return from a maiden winner at Ashvegas yesterday so all's good with the world. Got a half marathon to deal to tomorrow then I'll be hammering Trackside TV and thinking of you all.

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Roughie of the day - Monarch Chimes in the Cup 

Yes I know he's a 'chaser, but his sectional times from his run at Ellerslie were very good, and we know he'll get the two miles (+!).

On Melbourne Cup day, over 2400m, carrying 58.5kg he ran his last 800m quicker than St Emillion in the Group race, and the same final 200m (12.02 v 12.04).

$21 on fixed - get on board! :)

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33 minutes ago, Ohokaman said:

Really unfortunate injury to Danielle Johnson the day before the Cup. 

Never easy to bring in a sub on such short notice, but D Bradley has the experience and has won the Cup before so they are losing nothing there....best of luck to the team.

Remember very well the day Darryl Bradley won on Showcause.

King Montrose won the first leg of the Quaddie over 2000 metres (yes hard to believe) then Showcause in the 2nd leg, Second Hope in the 3rd leg and Trilogy in the last leg. Remember it well because I got a bit of the Quaddie which paid $116k..... my best ever day on the punt... Sorry cant remember all the bad days on the punt though.!!!

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On 11/16/2018 at 1:40 AM, Cubes said:

You Northern Latte sipping yuppies might enjoy sipping Champers as  you secretly dread tomorrow's traffic jam , but down South here we just look forward to a massive day on the punt at the home of NZ racing on Saturday....

Even Leo is in town....

And a few other 'Cafers perchance ?

The Cubemeister is gonna be a floater in the Nightmarch / Phar Lap vicinity.....recognisable by the parrot on the shoulder and the eye-patch

Well done Cubes makes it easy to enjoy the rest of the day....:rcfe-like:

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On 11/16/2018 at 1:40 AM, Cubes said:

You Northern Latte sipping yuppies might enjoy sipping Champers as  you secretly dread tomorrow's traffic jam , but down South here we just look forward to a massive day on the punt at the home of NZ racing on Saturday....

 

98.7% of Aucklanders will start the day with a double shot soya latte, with butterscotch, followed by a Thai massage, with a coriander and kale facial moisturizer, gently applied by a 16 year old ( boy if you're from Ponsonby, a girl if you're from Remuera, and a transgender if you're from Herne Bay ), then they'll have their weekly colonic, some with a fire hose, followed with a rest in a hemp hammock watching the bronzed pool boy lazily tidy up the magnolia flowers floating on the marble pool, then a designer salad with nasturtiums and pansies, all by the water watching their friends glide by in the new 85 foot Riviera, with two jet skis towed behind, then they'll be off to the Ferrari or Porsche shop to sup coconut water and fig cocktails whilst inspecting the brand new soft top with carbon fiber blue tooth hair dryer and rear mounted mountain bike rack ( not the only thing that's rear mounted in Auckland ), after using the platinum card to buy three new motors, one for the missus, for her pool boy to borrow, one for the girlfriend who drives up from Hamilton to get a new tattoo and meet in a cheap motel ( under $480 plus per hour ) for an hour once a week, and one for the spotty faced teenage daughter, who is about a 33% chance to actually be sired by the father in residence, and who just has to have a brand new soft top on her first day back at St Cuthberts, with a secret glove box to hide the E tabs and vodka in, then once that's all sorted your Aucklander will typically do a bit of trading on the market, make about 12 million by three o'clock by selling what the Salt Group is buying, especially Veritas, then retire to the club for a late organic sushi and sashimi lunch, made by an authentic Japanese geisha girl, with skin the colour of putty, followed by a game of tennis, three sets, against a bloke who's booked into Fred Hollows next week, then celebrate the victory with a bottle of a good big hairy red from a Waiheke vineyard that uses grapes crushed using naked nymphs from the islands, with their skin rubbed gently with almond butter, you'll of course be having a short rest now, before it's off to Les Mills to bench press about two pounds of butter whilst checking out all the solo mothers in the cafe drinking carrot and ginger juice while they nibble a heirloom tomato, spray free organic tomatoes of course, hand picked, then it's into the showers, communal showers, and a generous lathering of coconut and fig body butter, applied by the other bloke in the communal shower, who is either a Shortland St barrister or a judge, one leads to the other anyway and they both wear pink cardigans and grey shoes, then it's back into the soft top, off to the course for nine holes, and sometimes a bit of golf too, after which it's home time, to check if the missus has finished with the pool boy and remembered to get the designer takeaways for the two spotty kids, and their friends named Charlotte and Sebastian who're staying over, and who brought the E's, freshly made in a designer loft on K Rd by a Ph D chemistry student from somewhere exotic like underneath the Mangere bridge, then it's time to slip into the Gucci loafers, the Versace smoking jacket with the brand new Andrew Martin cravat over the silk double cuffed off white pleated shirt from Crane Brothers, and now, as the sun goes down it's time for a little theatre, in house of course, in the private 12 seater, and tonight your garden variety Aucklander will be watching the Hateful 8, with Quentin Tarantino or Zoe Bell popping over, while sipping a nutty cognac and smoking a fine 15 year old Cuban, and having a cigar afterwards, then finally, just before midnight, dropping a couple of quaaludes and laying his/her weary head down on a goose down pillow, stacked two high, between Egyptian cotton sheets and slipping into a deep slumber whilst reflecting on what a lovely day it's been in paradise, what you're going to do with that three million you made today, to stop your bank balance swelling like the front of the pool boys canary yellow budgy smugglers, they're the budgie smugglers with the double gusset, the same as Dan Carter wears, speaking of which I must Skype Dan and Honor when the quaaludes wear off and I can speak English again, and Bill Cosby goes home, and why the fuck is Bill Cosby giving me a colonic at midnight anyway ? geez these quaaludes are good, thank God the spotty face daughter bought plenty of them on her first day back at school. And tomorrow, well you know how it works now, wake up to a hot sticky rip snorting BJ, a couple of liney linesys, or whatever Mitchell Pearce was on, and so life in Auckland goes on .....
 

 
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3 hours ago, ivanthegreat said:

98.7% of Aucklanders will start the day with a double shot soya latte, with butterscotch, followed by a Thai massage, with a coriander and kale facial moisturizer, gently applied by a 16 year old ( boy if you're from Ponsonby, a girl if you're from Remuera, and a transgender if you're from Herne Bay ), then they'll have their weekly colonic, some with a fire hose, followed with a rest in a hemp hammock watching the bronzed pool boy lazily tidy up the magnolia flowers floating on the marble pool, then a designer salad with nasturtiums and pansies, all by the water watching their friends glide by in the new 85 foot Riviera, with two jet skis towed behind, then they'll be off to the Ferrari or Porsche shop to sup coconut water and fig cocktails whilst inspecting the brand new soft top with carbon fiber blue tooth hair dryer and rear mounted mountain bike rack ( not the only thing that's rear mounted in Auckland ), after using the platinum card to buy three new motors, one for the missus, for her pool boy to borrow, one for the girlfriend who drives up from Hamilton to get a new tattoo and meet in a cheap motel ( under $480 plus per hour ) for an hour once a week, and one for the spotty faced teenage daughter, who is about a 33% chance to actually be sired by the father in residence, and who just has to have a brand new soft top on her first day back at St Cuthberts, with a secret glove box to hide the E tabs and vodka in, then once that's all sorted your Aucklander will typically do a bit of trading on the market, make about 12 million by three o'clock by selling what the Salt Group is buying, especially Veritas, then retire to the club for a late organic sushi and sashimi lunch, made by an authentic Japanese geisha girl, with skin the colour of putty, followed by a game of tennis, three sets, against a bloke who's booked into Fred Hollows next week, then celebrate the victory with a bottle of a good big hairy red from a Waiheke vineyard that uses grapes crushed using naked nymphs from the islands, with their skin rubbed gently with almond butter, you'll of course be having a short rest now, before it's off to Les Mills to bench press about two pounds of butter whilst checking out all the solo mothers in the cafe drinking carrot and ginger juice while they nibble a heirloom tomato, spray free organic tomatoes of course, hand picked, then it's into the showers, communal showers, and a generous lathering of coconut and fig body butter, applied by the other bloke in the communal shower, who is either a Shortland St barrister or a judge, one leads to the other anyway and they both wear pink cardigans and grey shoes, then it's back into the soft top, off to the course for nine holes, and sometimes a bit of golf too, after which it's home time, to check if the missus has finished with the pool boy and remembered to get the designer takeaways for the two spotty kids, and their friends named Charlotte and Sebastian who're staying over, and who brought the E's, freshly made in a designer loft on K Rd by a Ph D chemistry student from somewhere exotic like underneath the Mangere bridge, then it's time to slip into the Gucci loafers, the Versace smoking jacket with the brand new Andrew Martin cravat over the silk double cuffed off white pleated shirt from Crane Brothers, and now, as the sun goes down it's time for a little theatre, in house of course, in the private 12 seater, and tonight your garden variety Aucklander will be watching the Hateful 8, with Quentin Tarantino or Zoe Bell popping over, while sipping a nutty cognac and smoking a fine 15 year old Cuban, and having a cigar afterwards, then finally, just before midnight, dropping a couple of quaaludes and laying his/her weary head down on a goose down pillow, stacked two high, between Egyptian cotton sheets and slipping into a deep slumber whilst reflecting on what a lovely day it's been in paradise, what you're going to do with that three million you made today, to stop your bank balance swelling like the front of the pool boys canary yellow budgy smugglers, they're the budgie smugglers with the double gusset, the same as Dan Carter wears, speaking of which I must Skype Dan and Honor when the quaaludes wear off and I can speak English again, and Bill Cosby goes home, and why the fuck is Bill Cosby giving me a colonic at midnight anyway ? geez these quaaludes are good, thank God the spotty face daughter bought plenty of them on her first day back at school. And tomorrow, well you know how it works now, wake up to a hot sticky rip snorting BJ, a couple of liney linesys, or whatever Mitchell Pearce was on, and so life in Auckland goes on .....
 

 
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That was written by me wasn’t it ?

Where on earth did you find that wee gem ?

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