October
AprilTiny violins
I refer to Richard Callander’s piece "That’s a relief" (23/3), detailing how quote corporate bookies as well as favourite backers were relieved when a recent protest against an odds-on pop was dismissed because "the protest payout promotion that most corporates offer can become very expensive in those instances".
Gees, Richard, get a grip. I’m sure all the readers would have immediately reached for the tissues to try to staunch their uncontrollable sobbing.
This was more of a tear-jerker than a Mills & Boon novel or Days of our Lives. I think we should contact the Red Cross to see if they can arrange some food parcels for these poor unfortunates.
As a bloke who has followed the racing game for over half a century and enjoyed every minute of it, I’ve come to realise that the bookie finishes in front more times than not.
You only have to read about The Babe, The Fireman and others and listen to the punters’ lament every Sunday morning to know who finishes in front.
It seems Richard didn’t read a recent Daily Telegraph column by his dad, Ken, which concluded: "Don’t forget the bookies live on the harbour and drive big cars. The punters live in the suburbs and ride pushbikes.’’
Richie, the corporate bookies will survive with your money and mine, but I don’t think they need our sympathy. Good punting.
Lake Cargelligo (NSW)