Rangatira

Also won at Nelson beating Ian Cameron trained Rapaki Lass Pasty Marie and Joy Boy out of the placings that day

Stortfords Mum and Samsons Grandmother

are tineke and selwyn still on ?

Templar Dundas Stortford Lodge Samson

Adam looked more likely for a while, especially when he got to practice his exuberant salute.

This is not RIIIIIGGHHTT either

I have no idea what goes on in Singapore, I have barely been out of Hei Hei since the promising gelded son of Scotch Abbe and Mouse won the first at Victoria Park for CJ. Our International Man of Mystery might know Come in Brodster aka The Groovester

Lettermans Floor Manager Biff Henderson ?

Racing a horse "with a little help from my friends"

who the fuck is Raymond ? or Alice for that matter ?

Currently the Millennium of the Rabbit

Did you find much changed with with the move to decimal currency ?

Sport of Gypsys ?

Pity Radio Trackside wasn't around in Nat Lobells day

Jason and Davey Mac well worth the price of admission. And that day at Waikouaiti was pure GOLD. The current rabble puts me to sleep on the couch.

Wearing it so well.

Benjamin flavour of the moment for fashionista and very promising trainer.

probably Whilst I am not Bradman I hear there is a fella playing and missing and still to get off the mark.

somewhat presumptuous on their part

Be mad not to.

against stiff opposition too Riders in the Stand There’s some that ride the Robbo style, and bump at every stride; While others sit a long way back, to get a longer ride. There’s some that ride as sailors do, with legs, and arms, and teeth; And some that ride the horse’s neck, and some ride underneath. But all the finest horsemen out—the men to Beat the Band— You’ll find amongst the crowd that ride their races in the Stand. They’ll say “He had the race in hand, and lost it in the straight.” They’ll know how Godby came too soon, and Barden came too late They’ll say Chevalley lost his nerve, and Regan lost his head; They’ll tell how one was “livened up” and something else was “dead”— In fact, the race was never run on sea, or sky, or land, But what you’d get it better done by riders in the Stand. The rule holds good in everything in life’s uncertain fight; You’ll find the winner can’t go wrong, the loser can’t go right. You ride a slashing race, and lose—by one and all you’re banned! Ride like a bag of flour, and win—they’ll cheer you in the Stand

Bookies still seeing stars.

Bleeds Blue our dear old Brodster.