When the boys are away...
WHAT is it about boys' trips away that suddenly turn blokes into organising machines?
If I am taking the bride away with the kids for a holiday, it's just throw everything in the car or the camper trailer and off we go. Whatever we forget, too bad.
I am organising a trip away with 10 other fine upstanding pillars of the Southern Downs community down to the July Racing Carnival tomorrow, merely to test our racing knowledge against a few bookmakers and some quality control testing of a few of the local beverages.
For the past two months, for some unknown reason I have been sending out itineraries, organising tours and planning to the last second what time we are visiting local watering holes.
To be fair dinkum all we had to do was rock up, find a pub, go to the races and find a takeaway shop that has the biggest, greasiest hamburgers to knock off a hangover.
The lads that are coming away with me are more likely to go to a nursing home than Gold Coast Schoolies so they can look after themselves, but at the end of the day something just goes stupid in my head and I turn into John Coates organising the Sydney Olympics.
Well, the day has arrived and it will be a trip to remember, and with a bit of luck the Warwick champion Fantastic Blue will take home this year's big race. You will see us in the crowd if I manage to get us all there.
