Cowra Picnic Races

Six of us from Canberra made it through to the Cowra Picnic Races this year for what turned out to be an eventful day. It all started just after we had cracked open our first beverages. We should have seen the doom coming when my ID was checked by security. We all laughed as my details were recorded, but I think the last laugh was on us. Without realising we were heading for certain danger we quickly commenced with the merriment.There's the drinking, Pinko on a long draw and the large cheers in the middleCatching up with old mates. Kev, the surprise visit as he grabbed a ride from Roberts, the man who can be seen challening me to a drink off. New mates were made too. Cheers Adrian.

After the races we went to the Impy, a lovely hotel in the middle of Cowra. But not all was well. During the night people became unhappy, I cursed my good friend Pinko in a drunken black mood, not realising my wish would be fulfilled.

Here is the cursed man, wearing his dark glasses inside, after getting into a blue. A few hefty strikes to his face has left his nose swollen and his eye blackened. Needless to say the fun didn't stop there. Only a few hours later Rimsy lost his wallet and all his winnings from the races.

And then the alarm went off...

...Tracey's poor car, vandalised. The driver's window smashed and her Honda badge stolen. A bunch of savages in that town. On the positive we did gain a new rock.

And finally some of us suffered terrible hangovers. The price Ash payed for getting loose at the Moose the night before the races. Honestly who would dream of doing such a silly and juvenile thing...