Today it is 24 deg in Melbourne, still and mild and clear, and it is Oaks day. For those not in the know, Oaks day is the traditional Ladies Day of the spring racing week. It is also known in some circles as 'Blokes Day' due to the number of inebriated, affectionate women strolling round carrying their heels round the lawn. (A male acquaintance once made the remark 'shooting fish in a barrel')
Anyway I'm not there, I am at work, so I am going to have a healthy snark at those wanton hussies down at Flemington and how some of them are going to end up in the Age photo gallery tomorrow like these pissed chicks. I wonder if now the photographers are getting briefed by the editor right now, prior to heading down to Flinders St to inspect the damage.
"Right," says the mousatchioed editor, chewing on his cigar, "there's a bonus on the table for the one of you who gets the money shot of the 19 year old face down in a pool of vomit. Extra points for food bits stuck in the facinator netting."
So pleased I am at work today.