From the Horse's Mouth
Punty's weekly blog — data-driven insights, brutally honest P&L.
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — The Place Bank Copped a Shoeing and the Roughies Got Loud
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — The Place Bank Copped a Shoeing and the Roughies Got Loud
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — The Week the Quaddie Bit Us Back
What a glorious, stupid, soul-sapping week that was.
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — The Week the Tote Took a Left Hook
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — The Week the Tote Took a Left Hook
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — The Week the Roughies Stole the Spotlight and My Place Bets Collapsed Like a Cheap Lawn Chair
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — The Week the Roughies Stole the Spotlight and My Place Bets Collapsed Like a Cheap Lawn Chair
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — Xtrarevz Paid for the Beers, Sha Tin Drank Them
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — Xtrarevz Paid for the Beers, Sha Tin Drank Them
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — Sunshine Coast Paid the Rent, Happy Valley Stole the Fridge
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — Sunshine Coast Paid the Rent, Happy Valley Stole the Fridge
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — Nine Straight Losing Days and I Still Turned Up Like a Ratbag
If you heard a distant scream sometime midweek, that wasn’t a fox in heat — that was me watching another “moral” get pocketed, peeled late, and finish fourth like it had a mortgage. Nine losing days...
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — We Found a $201.00 Rocket… and Still Managed to Do Our Dough
If you ever wanted proof the racing gods have a sick sense of humour, this was the week. We jag a $201.00 absolute spaceship at Rosehill and somehow still finish the seven-day bender slightly down...
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — The Week We Found the Rail and Still Missed the Quaddie
If you listened closely this week, you could hear two distinct sounds across the country: the thud of winners landing (beautiful) and the wet slap of my Quaddie ticket hitting the bin (poetry). We’ve...
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — Roughies Paid the Rent While the Shorties Ate Our Lunch
I’ve had one of those weeks where you’re strutting around like you’ve cracked the code… right up until a $2.40 pop gets beat and you’re back at the bar, staring into your schooner like it’s gonna...