Scott 5Spring Racing Carnival: What Went Wrong? Part 2
November 28th 2006 04:03
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We should have exited at Flinders Street, where the Flemington Racecourse trains depart. But because Metlink knew the rush was already on, we had to get off at Spencer Street and watch countless trains go straight through the terminal, full to bursting point with those who already boarded at Flinders Street.
In the end, and seemingly one by one, fans pushed their way onto the racecourse train at Spencer Street. I actually had to wrestle the door open from a bloke trying to hold it shut. I won.
There is nothing like starting a long day at the races by having your face planted into a random, smelly armpit all the way to the racecourse. God bless you Metlink – thank Christ I didn’t buy a ticket.
Moving on…
Derby Day has evolved from a day of high-class racing, and fashion of a complimentary nature and a great race-loving crowd, to just a day of high-class racing.
At times, pushing through the crowd with whatever blunted instrument you could find, you could have sworn it was Schoolies Week. The 18-24 year old age bracket was well and truly represented. So was the mini-skirt and bikini top outfits.
Derby Day has definitely changed.
This is a radical suggestion, but how about having Derby Day on the Saturday, then running the actual horse races on Sunday. In all honesty, no-one would notice.
“Is there even horses here?” asked one obnoxious drunk, complete with a red mouth from sucking on Raspberry Cruisers all day (I was secretly laughing, she was paying $8 for a 300ml can).
We should have exited at Flinders Street, where the Flemington Racecourse trains depart. But because Metlink knew the rush was already on, we had to get off at Spencer Street and watch countless trains go straight through the terminal, full to bursting point with those who already boarded at Flinders Street.
In the end, and seemingly one by one, fans pushed their way onto the racecourse train at Spencer Street. I actually had to wrestle the door open from a bloke trying to hold it shut. I won.
There is nothing like starting a long day at the races by having your face planted into a random, smelly armpit all the way to the racecourse. God bless you Metlink – thank Christ I didn’t buy a ticket.
Moving on…
Derby Day has evolved from a day of high-class racing, and fashion of a complimentary nature and a great race-loving crowd, to just a day of high-class racing.
At times, pushing through the crowd with whatever blunted instrument you could find, you could have sworn it was Schoolies Week. The 18-24 year old age bracket was well and truly represented. So was the mini-skirt and bikini top outfits.
Derby Day has definitely changed.
This is a radical suggestion, but how about having Derby Day on the Saturday, then running the actual horse races on Sunday. In all honesty, no-one would notice.
“Is there even horses here?” asked one obnoxious drunk, complete with a red mouth from sucking on Raspberry Cruisers all day (I was secretly laughing, she was paying $8 for a 300ml can).
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Comment by nerak
And I know you know all about stress!! I hope I wasn't the obnoxious drunk who asked if there were horses there. Nah... I had the pleasure of watching you from a distance... and I must say that you had no problem eyeing off the WELL dressed ladies! And on that note I shall remind you that your wife has already been chosen!! So keep the blinkers on!!