Look who’s bobbed up at the Asian Racing Conference.
The fake doctor that we sacked as Racing Queensland CEO because he was useless, although Eliot Forbes will always tell anyone who will listen that he resigned.
Archie will assure the same people that pigs fly.
I guess the little man with the aggro attitude and not a single clue is using his golden handshake to shake the hands of anyone who might give him a job and stroke his Napoleon sized-ego.
Poor bugger could have saved his money and just asked me if I knew whether there was anything going, for I have found a job perfectly suited to the Camel Jockey cum Vet’s skills and undoubted humpy ability.
Look who else is in Seoul.
It’s Tezza, the bloke who sunk Birchley.
Or so he thinks.
Must be networking ahead of the new gig at Kranji.
The bloke on the left is Scott Matthews, a former very ordinary stipe at the doggies and the trots in Sydney who went to Singapore and didn’t really cut the grade then got a job in Korea – which was one step ahead of the gig in Mongolia – because no-one else wanted or would have him.
I’m not sure if Matthews realises this but we actually know each other from back in the day, although I am not going to betray secrets by telling from where and when.
Let me just say one thing.
He hasn’t changed.
Wake up Mr Matthews!
Remember that one son?
As an aside hasn’t Steve Railton got old?
He and I were both in the Stewards Room during Fine Cotton, and he was very kind to me when I was young and dreamed about becoming a stipe on the one night a month that I didn’t dream of becoming a professional punter, and I have always thought very highly of the man.
Things I’ve heard about him since re-engaging in a central sense with racing make me wonder if perhaps I might in my innocence have been mistaken, but after I was raped and veered sharply off the rails and even fucking up my prized job at the race track that Andy Tindall had got me, Steve Railton was the first to stand beside me and try in his own small way to help, even though he didn’t have a clue what the hell had gone wrong.
I don’t care what he is, or what he has become, and I refuse to believe it anyway.
To me the bloke’s a hero and always will be.
Even if he does come from Albany Creek, or at least across the road from the Hypermarket anyway.
He is getting old though.
I will too I hope.
This is Ben Currie with the Shah of Iran.
Nah, just joking.
Nice hat though Tornado.
Hey has anyone seen Nifty Nev?