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Today in Aussie land it is Melbourne Cup Day. The one day of the year when the country stops work at about 1200 and dissapears to a club, pub, or racetrack somewhere. They go to watch a silly horse race and bet their life savings on some nag which, in my case, almost always come last. They consumme to much champagne and beer and then spend the rest of the year moaning about how useless the horse is that they bet on.
Strange people, the colonials.
But, I like them. I think I will stay for a bit longer.
Consult the veteran, not the incompetent Politicians.