Organisational Deviance

Okay, I really like going to the races. It's one of my favourite outings. Getting drunk before lunchtime. Beautiful girls. Chances to lose lots of money. It seems to have the lot. What went wrong today then? I mean, it had fucking Barnesy for fuck's sake.

Perhaps that was the problem. Perhaps too many people actually like the screaming that Jimmy Barnes has been trying to pass off as music. I guess he's been doing it for thirty years now, so you'd hope for his sake that he'd at least a few people brainwashed, but to see so many of them in one place today was disappointing.

So, yeah, I went to the races. It was okay, but it wasn't as much fun as it usually is. I'm not too sure why. Maybe there were too many bogans. Maybe there were just too many boys, anyways, it was fun, but not as great as it has been in the past. There was still a little bit of randomness which was cool. Apparently I look like Axle Whitehead's twin brother, and apparently all of the staff in the back bar are not very nice people and purposefully don't fill your drink up to the top if you are rude to them. Who'd have thought?

I gave Richard a hand with his gear in the morning which was good fun. It's weird, but I still like moving furniture, I guess it just has to do with the amount that is needing to be moved.

It's now a quarter past six on a Saturday night. I am seriously considering just going to bed and passing out. I think that it's probably a good option, I've been up since before dawn today.

Every horse that I backed today ran a horrible race. I suck at the GG's.