Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Once more unto the Moonee Valley of the shadow of punting death rode the six hundred each way.
'tis that time of the racing calendar again and we shall be dusting off the low cut aqua number with the fly-away panel, donning the vice regal ostrich plume fascinator, loading up the tapir skin wallet with all manna of folding stuff and catching the Connex handsome cab from the Pascoe Vale Station of the Cross to Moonee Ponds.
LESSON FOR THE DAY.
And the God of Cox Plate said, “Let there be cleavage!”
And so it came to pass.
And much passing out and falling out was to be seen amongst the children of the Moonees.
And the God of Cox Plate rode forth (verily it was third past the post but was relegated after a lengthy protest) into the home straight and proclaimed before the crowd upon the Hill, the multitudes in the Grandstand and the groundlings prostrate beneath the burning rose bushes: ” What therefore doubled sided sticky tape and Berlei hath joined together, let not man put asunder.” (Book of Cleavages 30:5)
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