The running on Monday of the Melbourne Cup reminds me of the
first year I was in Sydney, and had just been on my first trip to NZ (which I
loved).
I discovered there was a horse in the race that day called Kiwi.
I discovered there was a horse in the race that day called Kiwi.
I gave everything in my pocket to our receptionist to back it
and went out to lunch with some Aussie clients.
At the end of lunch we watched the race on TV. Kiwi was last
until the final furlong. Then it raced around the lot of them and won easily.
Legendary winner – at long enough odds.
By the time I got back to my office the staff was already having a party
(100 of them) on the basis of my winnings.

