Rrrrrrrrraacing!

It has been some time since my last foray into the realms of the KYS blog. To be totally honest not much has been happening in the land of the Viking. You know how it is… work and stuff. Spring is well and truly here and I’m pretty stoked about it. The garden is in full bloom and my veggie crop is starting to produce the goods. Love it! This time of year is also great because the spring racing carnival kicks off. I’m lucky enough through my job to have a little bit to do with horse racing and getting down to the track is one of my favorite things to do (members or corporate of course). The spring carnival is amazing and it’s not only the beautiful creatures running around the track that make it great, it’s all the other things that come along with it-  fine food, wine, fashion, and entertainment all come together and make this time of year one of the best. With a bit of luck you might be able to buy yourself some money while you’re at it. Nothing like backing a few winners in spring. It’s a great time to be in Melbourne and if you love a good day out then I recommend you go get amongst it.

Speaking of the Spring Carnival… I was down at Caulfield for the BMW Caulfield Cup last weekend and I couldn’t believe how many bogans were out and about.  Guys- bright coloured novelty suits and top hats aren’t funny and make you look like a cock. Wearing the latest billabong shirt under a cheap ill-fitting suit from man-to-man also doesn’t do you any favors. Skate shoes or chucks and a studded belt just don’t cut it with a suit either. I mean yeah you’re punk rock and stuck in the 90s, but we can already tell you’re all about the anarchy by the big fucking holes in your ears and the thing hanging out of your nose. Sort yourself out lads, it’s not hard. Girls- getting shitfaced and stumbling around carrying your shoes in your hand while your friend tries to stuff your left tit back into your dress is not appealing you stupid tart. Hold yourself together for fucks sake! Ease up on the fake tan too… nothing wrong with applying a bit of the old bondi bronze but there is a line. Don’t cross it. I think it’s safe to say that the general admission areas of race tracks during spring carnival attract a bevy of tiprats and bogans. It’s the sport of kings, what happened to having a bit of dignity? Bloody plebs.

On the music front I haven’t really been listening to anything new and noteworthy of late. Calvin Harris released a ripper new record a month or so ago and that’s been getting a heavy work-out on the stereo. Pretty much album of the year in my opinion. My good pals The Duvtons recently released their debut album. If you’re punk as fuck like me then you will froth on it. Not going to lie I actually don't mind this record. Check them out if you get a chance, word has it they’ll be opening proceedings for good old Guttermouth when they head out to oz later this year. You beauty. My relationship with Marvel has flourished since he got a decent haircut.

Summer is almost here so every bastard has gone out and organised a festival. Take your pick, there’s one for pretty much every flavor. Nothing has really got me on the festival front this year. Someone needs to bring out Bruce Springsteen (Cam Chambers, sort this out mate). Alas, I will probably head along to Pyramid for new years and there’s a fair chance I’ll cut rug and party at stereosonic and the big day out too. Good times!

Anyways that’s all I’ve got time for. FYI- Barry Hall will be the difference next year. Go dogs.

I need a holiday.

Until next time… God bless ya!