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Black cavier was better than both. Vo rogue was my favourite to watch.
Sorry Pluggs but i must correct you , We have produced some amazing sprinters in Australia IMO the best in the world due to the fact more of our blooodlines are based on sprinting families and of course the crazy money we have for 2 and 3 yo races unlike OS where they have a bit more patience and more staying lines hence why they keep coming out here and winning the Melbourne Cup , thats why i think we cant judge a sprinter Vs a middle distance horse in a Australia, sure Black Caviar Miss Andretti and even under rated horses like Mahogany were great sprinters but Winx beat the best they could bring out here from various countries in those cox plate wins , so its Winx by a short half head IMO
 
I believe it was Loys, I was only young at the time but it seemed like the best alternative given our neighbour was a dairy farm, we butchered our own meat, had our own veggies, milled our own bread in some cases and simply went to town for basically "sugar and salt" type instances. Came from one side being farmers and the other side being Italian, that we always had "this is where it comes from, the work required, and you've got to give a damn about it" both in the how and the reasoning, which is largely why I will never understand vegans for example.



Missed out, we were firmly under the "you can have it, but if you overdo it, you will cop the consequences" type upbringing, so many a time when belts were removed and faces were plush with tears. Twas the Italian side where you want for not food wise but generally always knew that it had it be sustainable from go to woah.



And in the northern parts where my fam came from, wines.

Had my first sip of a red at like 6, was a great time. Would recommend. :)
Brilliant story. Brought a smile to my face.
Can relate.
 
I loved Saintly for obvious reasons, throw in the great JB Cummings and i was all aboard!
Sadly much like the Saints hopes long term, he broke down just when on the verge of true greatness!
Mind you he won a Melb Cup, Cox Plate, Australian Cup and he was still only 4yo!
Was there at his last run when i swear still to this day his last 200m was the fastest i've ever seen a horse finish when he beat a gun field of
Sprinter/milers first up in the Orr Stakes!

Other favourites i had over the years were Gold and Black my first favourite horse to the underrated yet mighty Hyperno, Silver Bounty
Super Impose, yeah Vo Rogue was awesome in full flight...Lets Elope, Manikato, Family of Man, Campaign King and Bonecrusher all back when i was a young lad
And just loved the theatre of the sport itself without betting much at all if ever back then! That obviously changed in a big way as i got older and more reckless!
Had a massive hard on for the grey flash schillaci too! In recent years loved So you Think, Chataqwua and absolutely adored the old warhorse Zipping!

As you may have gathered i was right into my horse racing over the years, till i started punting too much and lost my passion for the sport itself
And the punt became the focus sadly! Still a bit of a battle to abstain from punting like a madman every now and then, but much better than it was!
Have owned/Part owned a few over the years too with mixed results it's fair to say! Had some very big wins but Certainly nothing at the level of Mikka's achievements!
I put $100 on Black Knight purely because I was into Deep Purple.

Probably the only time I had a flutter.
 

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I'm tipping you favoured putting the lotion in your basket hey? Yessssss.....You Sicilian Buffalo Bill you! :p
More like hiding the salami in the neighbours basket back in 91.

Being a single mum in Sicily was like being a leper back then. So there was always plenty of enthusiasm towards tourists.

Amazing how much room there was inside the old Fiat 500!

Hairy armpits and all...
 
Got this from my FB feed...

Someon asked “Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?” Nate White, an articulate and witty writer from England wrote the following response:

A few things spring to mind.

Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem.

For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace – all qualities, funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed.

So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief.

Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing – not once, ever.

I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility – for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman.

But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is – his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty.

Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs; he only crows or jeers.

And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults – he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness.

There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It’s all surface.

Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront.

Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul.

And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist.

Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that.

He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat.

He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.

And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully.

That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead.

There are unspoken rules to this stuff – the Queensberry rules of basic decency – and he breaks them all. He punches downwards – which a gentleman should, would, could never do – and every blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless – and he kicks them when they are down.

So the fact that a significant minority – perhaps a third – of Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then think ‘Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British people, given that:

• Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.

• You don’t need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in the man.

This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard to miss.

After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum.

God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid.

He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart.

In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely from human flaws – he would make a Trump.

And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls of hair and scream in anguish:

‘My God… what… have… I… created?

If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set.
 
Sorry Pluggs but i must correct you , We have produced some amazing sprinters in Australia IMO the best in the world due to the fact more of our blooodlines are based on sprinting families and of course the crazy money we have for 2 and 3 yo races unlike OS where they have a bit more patience and more staying lines hence why they keep coming out here and winning the Melbourne Cup , thats why i think we cant judge a sprinter Vs a middle distance horse in a Australia, sure Black Caviar Miss Andretti and even under rated horses like Mahogany were great sprinters but Winx beat the best they could bring out here from various countries in those cox plate wins , so its Winx by a short half head IMO
Firstly I’m not sure my opinion can be wrong unless I said something plugger was a terrible footballer. Yes we supposedly have the best sprinters but that race did have the best sprinters from all over the world. Winx is one of the best of all time but never faced the best middle distance horses. Anyway they are both great just as Kingstown town was great.
 
I watched the campy 80s version of Flash Gordon, (my daughter somehow found the Queen soundtrack via Bohemian Rhapsody). Ming The Merciless sounds kind of alright, just some despotic overload that wanted the whole universe under his control. I'd settle for a player like that. I think the last King (Carey) only wanted to be the lord of Tunnel nightclub and his mates wife.
The first porno i was ever exposed to was Flesh Gordon! :moustache:

His spaceship was shaped liked a big penis! lol
 
My first 2 were Debbie does Dallas and case of the smiling stiffs which was more soft pr0n
lol The case of the smiling stiffs lol
Think my 2nd was Behind the Green Door! Followed by the Ribald tales of Robin Hood!
Let's just say that Big John was aptly named!
Debbie Does Dallas actually made me a Dallas Cowboys fan!
 
Got this from my FB feed...

Someon asked “Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?” Nate White, an articulate and witty writer from England wrote the following response:

A few things spring to mind.

Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem.

For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace – all qualities, funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed.

So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief.

Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing – not once, ever.

I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility – for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman.

But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is – his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty.

Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs; he only crows or jeers.

And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults – he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness.

There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It’s all surface.

Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront.

Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul.

And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist.

Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that.

He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat.

He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.

And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully.

That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead.

There are unspoken rules to this stuff – the Queensberry rules of basic decency – and he breaks them all. He punches downwards – which a gentleman should, would, could never do – and every blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless – and he kicks them when they are down.

So the fact that a significant minority – perhaps a third – of Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then think ‘Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British people, given that:

• Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.

• You don’t need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in the man.

This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard to miss.

After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of ****. His faults are fractal: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum.

God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid.

He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart.

In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely from human flaws – he would make a Trump.

And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls of hair and scream in anguish:

‘My God… what… have… I… created?

If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set.
Wow this certainly is a random thread. From horse racing to Trump.

Since I've got home from overseas I've avoided all talk of politics at home and with friends (most are so so pleased) but I was doing some reading on the Greeks and the origins of democracy and found this piece of wisdom from Socrates on the dangers of democracy especially unenlightened democracy and the evils of demagoguery.

The election of Trump, the distinct possibility the Boris Johnston will be picked to lead the Tory party in England and the recent election results in Australia show that even 2,500 years ago Socrates was onto something!!!!

"Voting in an election, according to Socrates, is a skill, not a random hunch. Like any other skill, voting must, first of all, be systematically taught to citizens. Letting the citizens vote without education is an irresponsible act as it is like putting anyone to sail in a storm, which can lead to a catastrophic end. Just because the majority supports an opinion does not make that right. Whatever is done should be based on reason and facts.

Socrates was not an elitist in the normal sense – he did not believe that only a few should vote.

Rather, his concern was that only those who have thought through the whole process deeply and rationally should be eligible to vote (enlightened democracy). In other words, he warned against granting voting privileges to all without connecting it to wisdom, because to do so, he argued, would lead to demagoguery, that is, seeking political support by appealing to the desires and prejudices of ordinary people rather than by using rational argument.

To illustrate his point, Socrates used an example of a rich, charismatic, smooth-talking person who eroded Athens’ freedom and pushed its citizens to military disaster in Sicily.

According to Socrates, such people seeking election could exploit people’s desire for personal gain. He asked his audience to imagine a debate between two candidates: one was a medical doctor and the other, a sweet shop-owner.

In such a combative scenario, the sweet shop-owner could say about his rival, “Look! This person will cause you many harms. He will hurt you. He will give you bitter potions. He will tell you not to eat or drink whatever you like. He will never serve you feasts or give you many pleasant things like I will.” “What, then,” Socrates asked, “could be the response of the audience?

Do you think the doctor would be able to reply effectively?

What if the doctor said, ‘I cause you pain in order to heal you.’ That would cause uproar. Don’t you think so,” Socrates asked.

We have forgotten all about Socrates’ salient warnings against democracy, because we prefer to think of democracy as a mere birthright for one and all rather than as something which can only be effective as the education system that surrounds it.

As a result, we have elected many sweet shop-owners and very few doctors."
 

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Wow this certainly is a random thread. From horse racing to Trump.

Since I've got home from overseas I've avoided all talk of politics at home and with friends (most are so so pleased) but I was doing some reading on the Greeks and the origins of democracy and found this piece of wisdom from Socrates on the dangers of democracy especially unenlightened democracy and the evils of demagoguery.

The election of Trump, the distinct possibility the Boris Johnston will be picked to lead the Tory party in England and the recent election results in Australia show that even 2,500 years ago Socrates was onto something!!!!

"Voting in an election, according to Socrates, is a skill, not a random hunch. Like any other skill, voting must, first of all, be systematically taught to citizens. Letting the citizens vote without education is an irresponsible act as it is like putting anyone to sail in a storm, which can lead to a catastrophic end. Just because the majority supports an opinion does not make that right. Whatever is done should be based on reason and facts.

Socrates was not an elitist in the normal sense – he did not believe that only a few should vote.

Rather, his concern was that only those who have thought through the whole process deeply and rationally should be eligible to vote (enlightened democracy). In other words, he warned against granting voting privileges to all without connecting it to wisdom, because to do so, he argued, would lead to demagoguery, that is, seeking political support by appealing to the desires and prejudices of ordinary people rather than by using rational argument.

To illustrate his point, Socrates used an example of a rich, charismatic, smooth-talking person who eroded Athens’ freedom and pushed its citizens to military disaster in Sicily.

According to Socrates, such people seeking election could exploit people’s desire for personal gain. He asked his audience to imagine a debate between two candidates: one was a medical doctor and the other, a sweet shop-owner.

In such a combative scenario, the sweet shop-owner could say about his rival, “Look! This person will cause you many harms. He will hurt you. He will give you bitter potions. He will tell you not to eat or drink whatever you like. He will never serve you feasts or give you many pleasant things like I will.” “What, then,” Socrates asked, “could be the response of the audience?

Do you think the doctor would be able to reply effectively?

What if the doctor said, ‘I cause you pain in order to heal you.’ That would cause uproar. Don’t you think so,” Socrates asked.

We have forgotten all about Socrates’ salient warnings against democracy, because we prefer to think of democracy as a mere birthright for one and all rather than as something which can only be effective as the education system that surrounds it.

As a result, we have elected many sweet shop-owners and very few doctors."
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So, appears we have a dog for a couple hours.

I have absolutely no energy for pets, none, kinda need pills for that, don't have any, apparently not a problem, dog just gets dumped here deal with it yeah?

Old man refuses to do anything, despite being the one to agree, I'm sitting here wondering if I get to step in shit in the morning going to work and be berated for simply existing despite not being involved in this plan at all, watching gnats fly around inside because doors had to be open and the fact I cleaned yesterday and steam mopped the walls means absolutely nothing because I'm not here for about 12 hours 5 days a week and surprise! Dog.

Days like this I am convinced younger sisters exist to be the bane of older brothers.
 
And an update.

Just sat down after waiting 20mins as gates were drawn and regardless what gate I went to either by car or foot, dog followed. Effectively locked out of my own dwelling by a mutt.

Gates get opened and dodge the dog 4 times who wanted to run in front. As I was holding a bag and a drink, landed about 20mm from a pile of dog shit when I threw them over the fence on the walk back to the car.

Heating on inside, door wide open letting cold air in and the dog to walk in whenever she wants, light on to attract bugs to door, cooking prep in kitchen area.

Response: "I was waiting for you"

Kinda reminds me of one of my uncles dogs, who liked running in front of things, then ended ended up skewered on a tractor. Also reminds me of the sisters first time driving the ute, almost ploughed it into a tree, meanwhile I had graduated from quad bike to 2 wheeler on single lane dirt road between us and the dairy farm.

I'll now have to fill up in the morning since hey presto, locked in.
 
And an update.

Just sat down after waiting 20mins as gates were drawn and regardless what gate I went to either by car or foot, dog followed. Effectively locked out of my own dwelling by a mutt.

Gates get opened and dodge the dog 4 times who wanted to run in front. As I was holding a bag and a drink, landed about 20mm from a pile of dog **** when I threw them over the fence on the walk back to the car.

Heating on inside, door wide open letting cold air in and the dog to walk in whenever she wants, light on to attract bugs to door, cooking prep in kitchen area.

Response: "I was waiting for you"

Kinda reminds me of one of my uncles dogs, who liked running in front of things, then ended ended up skewered on a tractor. Also reminds me of the sisters first time driving the ute, almost ploughed it into a tree, meanwhile I had graduated from quad bike to 2 wheeler on single lane dirt road between us and the dairy farm.

I'll now have to fill up in the morning since hey presto, locked in.
Have you asked plugger66 to look after him for you? Does he like dim sims and hotdogs?
 
Have you asked plugger66 to look after him for you? Does he like dim sims and hotdogs?

When I call the dog a bitch in person, I am being literal. ;)

Primarily as I often forget her name in the process of "what're you doing here?" and adding a hazard to look out for. I mean, our ducks weren't as bad as this and we had our own chook fighting ring since 2 of them didn't like the third for some reason.

Dogs are just too much work, flightless birds are primarily just hilarious or produce things you can eat that are tasty. :thumbsu:
 
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