It was the Ipswich Horse Racing Carnival today and the sun had not come out to play. It was a bit dull and overcast as I walked by the racecourse looking at the “Mutton” walking around wearing clothing more designed for a Biafran than a fully rounded Australian. Make up was caked on and many had a tide mark around their necks. Faces the colour of sandstone, neck and limbs chalk white. Legs that have not seen the light of day or exercised in a millennia wobbling under the large tare weight propped up on skyscraper heels and this was them walking to the races.

God knows what disastrous sights would be prowling the streets at the end of the day, but one thing I knew for sure I was not going back to check it out. I’ve seen what a day at the races does to a mad keen punter. I went with friends maybe 15 years ago and for $130 you got into a booze tent to quench your thirst on beer, wine and soft drinks. I was not able to walk in a straight line that day and I nearly got sunstroke to boot.

Instead I did a bit of retail therapy, well it is nearly my birthday afterall. And so I bought some Sony 1000XM4 noise cancelling headphones which I’m hoping will come in useful on me flight home in a few weeks. Mind you, since Trump has decided to start WWIII I might not be able to get on said flight.

What a Fuckin’ stupid piece of shit he is…..