I was thinking recently about some of my more memorable times at the track and one sprung to mine. Clontaago and I were at Randwick sharing a few beers on Boxing day and and having a punt. For some unknown reason I took the heaviest Philly in the race for a win, just one of those hail mary drunken bets (or possibly ticking the wrong box ) Anyway as the race started Clontaago and I moved closer to track side near the finishing line, and we were screaming on our respective horses to get home. Instead of yelling the horses name, i took to yelling "Come on you fat bitch" and was oblivious to those around me. Eventually this fairly rotund woman in front of me turned around and said "excuse me" and I had to explain to her that my horse was a female and the heaviest in the race, she calmed down, and I was nice enough to her and walked away. Clontaago and I were sitting down and her and her friend came to find us and said "I thought I would give you another chance" Clontaago pretty much burst out in laughter and I said "No i wasn't trying to hit on you" she huffed away, but crisis was averted Remember that one mate?