When you’re at the wrong end of a shotgun, you run quick or cop the full blast

A Supernova at Pakenham… why couldn’t it be the Champagne Supernova

You’re better off firing darts into a board

Get your scratchie advent calendar today

To be re-recorded on Sunday after the caller gets the wrong horse

I was probably drunk when I wrote this

There’s racetracks other than Flemington?

Much like Bruce Springsteen in 1984, we’re on fire