Always back the horse named self-interest, son. It'll be the only one trying
Well known Brisbane racing identity Max Fowler is the father of race caller David. He is also a somewhat of a wit I have discovered. Yesterday we published an article critical of David’s ability – or, more correctly, inability – to pick a tight photo finish, or even have a go. We incorrectly named the […]
Either race caller David Fowler’s eyesight is failing, or his confidence is shot. I’m not sure which it is, but the end result is the same. Feather fails to pick obvious photo finishes. This one at Doomben last Wednesday could be seen by blind Freddy. The outside got up by about a head. Feathers said […]
Who do reckon won this photo? It’s not very hard to pick is it? It was for the eagle eyed David Fowler. I reckon that Saturday afternoons spent on the bowling green beckon.
David Fowler ballsed up more photos today that a man in a gay sauna with an underwater camera. It’s a weird analogy I know, for David can hardly see, as we all saw yesterday at Eagle Farm when he failed to pick some of the easiest photo finish results in history. One he missed by […]
I was waiting at the Cairns train station the other day waiting to pick up some friends coming back from Kuranda so I could drive then up to Port Douglas when an announcement came through that the loco was going to be delayed for a couple of hours, so I ducked across the road to […]
Doesn’t dear old Uncle Vince look like a man who is keen on young lads? He smiles like shark. Vince used to take my mate Milton’s spinster aunty to mass and as his plus one at functions. He still believes it was just because Mr Curry didn’t want to get tied down to one woman. […]
It has come to our attention that despite the rape and sexual assault charges laid against stood down former Albion Park CEO coming to broad public attention, the Brisbane race caller David Fowler continues his long standing tradition of dining at a well known Hamilton restaurant with the man accused of these heinous acts each […]
I have been going there from about the time I could walk, but I’ve always hated racing at Bundamba, the track better known these days as Ipswich. It’s a shithole. Dud horses, dud facilities, dud committee, dud track. So it’s fitting that, after a long sojourn during which many tried to rectify the faults of […]
Having a day out at the track to celebrate the life of legendary Clifford Park race caller Pat O’Shea is a wonderful idea, and I respect each and all of the callers from around the State who turn up to pay tribute to the doyen of table top broadcasting. But the actual Race Callers Cup […]
Chris Barsby is the best race caller in Australia. Not trot caller. Race caller. His style can seem formulaic and contrived at times during the low season, but when the big ones come around and it’s on, there is no more exciting caller in the world, or any more accurate either. Barsby is a genius. […]
