I was on a tram on my way into town. I had my Walkman to listen to the big race that seems not to stop a nation. It was around 3pm. What are all those people doing staring up the big tv screen in Fed Square? By the time I was at Bourke Street, I thought I better switch the Walkman on. What??? The race was over.
That will learn me. The day before I was moaning on about how the race gets later and later each year. Not quite as late as I thought.
From what I saw while I was out and about, generally women's dress ups were pretty good on the day. What about the chicks who dress for the Melbourne Cup, but don't actually go, and just loll about town all day?
I cannot say the same about the dress standard on Derby Day, the previous Saturday. It is supposed to black and white, but this was widely ignored. Men and women alike looked disgraceful. I have since learnt that the name is the baby doll dress. Who on earth thought that putting the waist line of dress under the bust was a good look, should be shot. Unattractively vile!
Good to see some Asian and Indian heritage people attending in higher numbers this year.
Tomorrow is Oaks Day, and if my memory serves me well, it is all class when the lasses arrive and drunken slatterns when they leave. That is how it should be.
Then after a couple of weeks of rest, the preparations for christmas will start. Christmas goods will appear in shops, the tree will go up in the city square and retailers will talk of the doom and gloom of poor christmas sales.