TALK about neigh-sayers. What was traditionally a great day for organisations to raise a few dollars for a good cause has now become a morally fraught twisted intestine.
The nup to the cup mob have pretty much killed Melbourne Cup interstate festivities eaning instead of a terrific excuse for an early week drink for a feel good cause, we are forced to look inside us and ask, ‘what do horses actually want to do?’.
Horses aren’t stupid and they don’t do anything they’re not interested in.
If the definition of free will isn’t being taken to water and choosing not to drink, then I don’t know what is. And what about all those extras in The Man From Snowy River, and then Mr Ed while we’re at it – solid performances all round. I don’t think any pulled up lame at Flemington either this year. A fun day out for animals of all persuasions. Giddyup.
Optical illusion
You would be almost numb to talk of cost of living if the bills didn’t sting so much.
Thinking of the power bills that businesses are getting brings tears to my eyes. Interest rates are one thing, but the power bills are really zapping.
Logged off
Queensland Rail is making dialup internet seem like a modern convenience with its joke of a WiFi service. As a regular commuter – just trying to keep one car off the road folks – my optimism at basic connectivity is regularly crushed by the organisation’s pathetic internet service.
I pretty much use the wifi for emails.
There’s no video, audio, no other background programs.
Yet it usually rolls out like this: I log in, it logs me out, I log in again and tells me I’ve reached my ‘usage limit’.
Seriously QR, pull your socks up. It’s bad enough that I’m trapped in a daily travelling circus troupe.