A few months ago I came home to find my house trashed and people ‘sleeping’ in my bed. There was nothing for me to do but call up my pal Tony and suggest we have an early morning trip to Hahndorf. By 1pm we were both drunk in the German Arms after having been gambling on the horses at the TAB for a while. We had the fever, but we were also too drunk to drive, so Tony called his brother and got him to pick us up. Where did we wanna go?
The Strathalbyn Racecourse of course!
Dogs were the horses of the day and boy were we disappointed after driving up that hill for an hour thinking we were going to a glamorous event full of men in tuxedos and women in fancy hats. Oh how wrong we were. Nothing but fat dudes drinking cans of West End and swearing at the tiny riderless horse like animals running round.
We drank shit beer, smoked heavily, lost money and walked through dog turds.
Don’t tell anyone but I was secretly in heaven.
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