From the Horse's Mouth
Previews, wraps and features — every number from our own results, every P&L printed.
The Week Our Bank Balance Went on a Diet and Never Came Back
Jockey of the Week: Ms Bella Youngberry — 3/3 winners, P&L +$101.87, ROI 231.5% Her week was clean as a whistle.
Quaddies Broke My Heart, Then I Bought Another Ticket
By the end of it, we’ve got 1654 bets on the resume and the season of 9 losing day(s) in a row is basically playing in the background like Netflix you forgot you started.
Quaddie Broke My Heart, Then Place Paid It Back
Here’s the deal for the week ending 2026-07-31. We staked $7310.00, got back $6949.77, and copped a weekly P&L of -$360.23, ROI -4.9%. That’s the spreadsheet version.
Quaddies Turned Me Into a Lotto Salesman
This week we fired 1599 bets out into the wild and ended up down $742.90 for the privilege.
Quaddies Got Me, Then Math Did a Drive-By
Jockey of the Week: Eloise Drews — 3/4 winners, P&L +$125.65, ROI 502.6% What made it stand out wasn’t just the win strike, it was the control.
The Quaddie Missed, The Bank Balance Cried, I Stayed Watching Anyway
1726 bets this week, 484 winners—so the horses weren’t completely laughing at us. But the ledger says the universe still found a way to kick the nuts: we finished down $100.29.
Quaddies, Cavities, and a Bank Balance That Finally Stopped Screaming
Still, +$358.98 on $6,576.50 staked is the sort of win that makes you think, “Maybe I’m onto something…” right before you remember betting is basically organised emotional damage with colourful…
The Ledger Got Bucked, But a Few Roughies Paid the Rent
We had 1,702 bets fly out the door, 415 winners land, and somehow the whole circus still finished in the red.
Bendigo Paid, Belmont Bit, and the Quaddie Got Mugged
Then Bendigo lobbed up with Sashiko at $26.00, and that’s the sort of result that reminds you why we bother.
Townsville Copped the Cash, Swan Hill Copped the Boot
And then there was Aethera at Flemington R1, the sort of roughie that makes the whole game worth the pain. At $27.50, that’s the sort of number that gets the blood pumping and the bagmen smiling.