A Four-Legged Lottery

From the Courthouse to the Penthouse – Just Another Day in the Life of Archie Butterfly, Australia’s Greatest Racing Writer

G’day sportsfans!

I’m back.

Well sort of, anyway.

The court case is finished, and although it will be 4 weeks or so until we get a result, we’re already a winner.

Everyone who goes to the Albion Park dogs on a Thursday night is.

Maybe not quite as much of a winner as me last night, but hey, I can’t help it that the readers line up to greet me upon my release can I?

I will tell you what though, I am super glad that I my business class ticket is flexible, and that I am too. I’m even happier that Maggie went home yesterday, for the way things are turning out it appears that I may be more than somewhat busy for the next couple of days, if you know what I mean.

After all, only a narcissistic sadist psychopath who is an evil killer would break a gorgeous young woman’s heart.

Don’t blame me.

It’s not my fault that my wrinkles, grey hair and missing half tooth make me irresistible to ravishing beauties who are old enough to be my daughters little sister.

It’s personality that counts.

And men only buy Playboy for the articles.

The Black Flash may not have gone too good in the big race tonight, but you win you some and you lose some, and overall I reckon I have come out half a furlong in front.

Jasmine does too.

But we won’t talk about that on a G-rated website like this.

Gotta fly.

Bye.

Editor’s note:

Let’s keep this on the QT shall we? 

I told Maggie that being over 50 it was best if I didn’t travel home on a plane until the Melbourne COVID outbreak had settled down. 

She believed me too.

Sucker.

Seymour?

Nah, sorry, you can’t. 

This is a private welcome home party.

Jazzy is the jealous type too.

She pulled the curtains and double locked the door.

Usual transmission will resume when I find the key so that I can escape.

I will let you in on a little secret.

I’m not looking too hard.

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