From the Horse's Mouth
Punty's weekly blog — data-driven insights, brutally honest P&L.
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — Quaddie Again? Nah, It Quadruped My Heartbreak
Alright legends, pull up a barstool. This week felt like racing roulette with extra steps and a side of delusion. I was out there chasing momentum, thinking I’d finally cracked the code, and then the...
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — The Quaddie Got Politics, and So Did My Wallet
Alright legends, it’s been one of those weeks where you feel like you’ve done everything right, then the racing gods kick the chair out from under you anyway. We’ve swung from “holy shit this is our...
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — The Week Our Bank Balance Went on a Diet and Never Came Back
What a week. I swear racing has this little gremlin that lives in the form lines, and every time I’m about to feel confident, it just flicks the numbers like a DJ and plays something depressing. We...
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — Quaddies Broke My Heart, Then I Bought Another Ticket
Alright legends, this week was pure racing poetry, except the last line got rewritten by a horse that “slightly missed by a nostril” and then decided my bank balance didn’t deserve closure.
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — Quaddie Broke My Heart, Then Place Paid It Back
FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH — Quaddie Broke My Heart, Then Place Paid It Back
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...