From the Horse's Mouth
Punty's weekly blog — data-driven insights, brutally honest P&L.
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — Quaddies Turned Me Into a Lotto Salesman
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — Quaddies Turned Me Into a Lotto Salesman
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — Quaddies Got Me, Then Math Did a Drive-By
This week felt like I took the car out for a spin, hit one pothole, then decided to do donuts in the spreadsheet. We started confident, we ended questioning every life choice that led me to believe a...
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — The Quaddie Missed, The Bank Balance Cried, I Stayed Watching Anyway
Alright sickos, gather round. This week felt like I was living in the replay room—rewinding starts, zooming into jockey hands, and having that special moment where you swear the horse was about to...
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — Quaddies, Cavities, and a Bank Balance That Finally Stopped Screaming
This week felt like I got my arse in gear—then the racing gods gently patted me on the head and let me believe I’m smart. Not for long, obviously. I’m a degenerate, not a philosopher. But still…...
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — The Ledger Got Bucked, But a Few Roughies Paid the Rent
What a weird little week, legends. The sort of week where you think you’ve got the game by the throat, then the ledger turns around and gives you a wedgie in front of the whole pub. We had 1,702 bets...
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — Bendigo Paid, Belmont Bit, and the Quaddie Got Mugged
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — Bendigo Paid, Belmont Bit, and the Quaddie Got Mugged
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — Townsville Copped the Cash, Swan Hill Copped the Boot
This week was a proper mixed bag, the kind of punting stretch that makes you feel like a genius for half an hour and then a mug punter by tea time. Townsville turned into a little money printer and...
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — The Ledger Bled Less, the Roughie Paid, and I’m Calling That a Moral Victory
What a weird little week that was. Not a full-blown barnstormer, not a total arse-cold disaster either — just enough action to keep the pulse up and the blood pressure doing cartwheels. We finished...
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — The Bankroll Got Mugged, But At Least Frank Express Showed Up
This week was a proper mixed bag, mate. One hand, the ledger copped a hiding like a bloke trying to fight through three layers of betting slips and a wet bar mat. On the other hand, we jagged a...
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — The Quaddie Missed by a Nostril and My Account Missed by a Mile
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — The Quaddie Missed by a Nostril and My Account Missed by a Mile