Archive for the ‘stawell gift’ Category

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41. ROYAL FALCON

February 17, 2008

“Ladies and gentlemen, here and all over Australia, welcome to the 118th running of the Australia Post Stawell Gift.” Read the rest of this entry ?

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40. BREATHE OUT

February 13, 2008

“Hi, I’m Sholeh. You Joel?”

 

[Joel]:

“Yeah, I’m Joel, why?”

 

Sholeh leaned forward and put her nostrils to his lips.

 

[Sholeh]:

“Breathe out.” Read the rest of this entry ?

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39. BAY MARE REARING

February 8, 2008

Monday was to be a fun day. Our adult supervision team loitered at St Brigid’s, anxious and curious. “Where are they all? It’s nearly 9.00 and we have to make tracks.” Disappointingly empty, four downbeat buses shuffled off to mass. Read the rest of this entry ?

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37. HEAT

January 30, 2008

Everything was set up for an extraordinary 1999 Australia Post Stawell Gift. At noon, nearly two hundred entrants and a bumping crowd of over thirty thousand spectators were at or near Central Park stadium. There really was an air of unreality surrounding the favouritism of young Layla Parkin in the face of so many leading international and Australian athletes. Amusingly, one larrikin managed to get hold of the public address system and dodododood the Twilight Zone theme tune. It struck a chord with many. What on earth was going on? Well, something was up. The crowd could tell. Hey, even the bookies were edgy; worried they didn’t have access to an important piece of the puzzle. Ravenous and salivating, the throng awaited their entrée. Delicious excitement. The heats had just begun and Layla was up next.

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36. A GIFT HORSE IN THE SCHEME OF THINGS

January 28, 2008

Each morning Maddy Quigley was grateful to God that he hadn’t died. Maddy that is, not God. Although… no, let’s not get into that. Read the rest of this entry ?

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35. LET THE TRUSTING TRUST

January 22, 2008

8PM at Geoff Derwent’s big brass door knocker. Bang, bang, bang. Read the rest of this entry ?

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33. RUNNING DEAD

January 15, 2008

There was nigh on two thousand at the City Oval for the afternoon performance. Clearly, St Brigid’s were on an extended lunch break to watch their girl. There must have been a hundred serious media types pulling lengths of wire and calibrating importance. Read the rest of this entry ?