First Tuesday of every November, Australia grinds to a halt to watch a little horse race called the Melbourne Cup. Victorians even get the day off work to watch it.
It’s a day when blokes get pissed, chicks wear ridiculous hats to the race course and people who don’t normally gamble will generally have a flutter. I remember as young as 5 years old Mum and Dad would give me $2 and tell me to pick a horse. They’d lay the bet for me and give me anything my ticket won (which was $20 once only). Offices around the country have sweeps and pools and mystery bets.
Think I’ll head down to the TAB and have a go. I’ve no idea who the favourite is so it’ll be amazing if I win anything, but it’s all about having a go.