My fourth year in Melbourne and I still haven’t made it to a race day. In theory all the different aspects of it appeal to me: wearing a pretty dress, gambling, alcohol, and horses. However I don’t like risking being rained on, being surrounded by awful drunk people, or hanging about for long hours with not a hell of a lot to do until the next race / bet / drink. God I sound like such a downer. So what! I will stick to going to the tennis, thank you very much, as it has a touch more class to it in my opinion, plus Roger and Rafa and the gang are much more fun to look at than jockeys.
Well the clock is about to tick over to pumpkin o’clock, my man is en route to the bedroom, and I have a thesis to write tomorrow. Bonne nuit!