A record high for a Crikey Indicator this morning. Those killjoys who prefer to discuss economic affairs than spend a day at the races are rated a 97% chance to leave official interest rates alone.
I’m sticking to the Cup and all that hate mail about young Tom has got to me. I have totally ignored his attempt to mislead me by trying to back his Mum’s horse Fiorente to win a million dollars. Tres Blu, the outsider of the Waterhouse-trained pair chosen as a purchase by my regular luncheon mate Robbie, will carry the considerable handicap of my dollar.