THE MIRACLE TO HORSE RACING THAT IS PETER V’LANDYS

By Hans Ebert
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Though unsure whether he actually thinks big or uses quotable big sound bytes, what makes Peter V’Landys come across as a combination of Thor, Darth Vader and Charlton Heston is his unwavering confidence in everything he says. Sure, often, if one really listens to his Teachings, and sermons, they have more holes than the black one in Calcutta, but he has the knack and incredible ability to impress so many in the land down under.

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NOTHINGILIKEMORETHANWINNING IN CLASSIC CUP STYLE

By Hans Ebert
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It was a horror day for most punters in the land down under yesterday where many “good things” declared by racing pundits were rocked and rolled.

The biggest upset win came from a galloper well known to many in Hong Kong named Redkirk Warrior. He’s still known as Redkirk Warrior, but he’s gone through a personality change. While being trained to be a stayer here as he had been in the UK over 2000 metres, the team of Hayes, Hayes and Dabernig has turned him into an outstanding sprinter.

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WHEN ARE MEN GOING TO SAY #USTOO?

By Hans Ebert
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It was only a matter of time before #MeToo broke the sound barrier and entered the music industry though I must say that from where I was, I never saw anything untoward going on, certainly not in the UK and not in the Asia Pacific region. The U.S. I can’t talk about because it was foreign soil. But #MeToo continues to “trend” and one has to wonder what other industries will be swept along with what has mainly been a Hollywood created red carpet product and whether there will be some surprising U-turns and curve balls and where it’s all going to end.

The world can’t afford to be walking on eggshells and looking over one’s shoulder. It’s not the way to get on with life. It’s not providing any answers other than creating an environment of fear.

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THE SERIES? WHATEVER…

By Hans Ebert
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Two days earlier, a key player in sports entertainment, but with little or no interest in horse racing was offering their thoughts on the future of the sport- the main point being that the format has to change, or else there needs to be more options other than what’s offered today. This might sound sacrilegious to the old school and hardcore racing crowd, but his first thought was that there will be the day when there might be less races in a meeting without the thirty minute intervals. Of course, this is something asked by many who are new to a day at the races: Why can’t there be less time between races?

He next asked if a race meeting could “mix it up more” by having some races where only female riders competed against each other and other races where they would ride against their male counterparts. He wasn’t being sexist. Just thinking that this might have sponsorship appeal and create more on-course interest. There were other ideas, but ideas remain ideas unless being able to jump over various rules firmly in place, ignoring the joys of over-thinking and that refusal to change.

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TAKE A BOW, HONG KONG JOCKEY CLUB

Those of us who’ve been in Hong Kong for some time either forget or take it for granted. Worse, we allow that now well-known Hong Kong cynicism to take over where too many try to see what’s wrong rather than what’s right.

No one, however, can ignore how swiftly and effectively the Hong Kong Jockey Club reacted to the horrific tragedy after the races at Sha Tin on Saturday.

This was when a bus carrying passengers from the racecourse crashed leaving 19 dead and over 66 people injured, some in serious condition. Let’s not forget the emotional scars that will need healing.

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NO FREE MUSIC, NO FREE LUNCHES AND NO FREE PASSES

By Hans Ebert
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Looking back to those surreal, weird and right out there days when firmly entrenched in the music industry with many of us making The Wolf of Wall Street look like pussies, there weren’t a helluva lot of executives who actually lived and loved and BREATHED the music, certainly not like pioneers of the industry like Sam Philips, Chris Blackwell, Berry Gordy Jr, Herb Alpert and Jerry Moss, David Geffen, Ahmet Ertegun, below, and the handful of others.

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TIME FOR A REALITY CHECK

By Hans Ebert
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It’s about priorities- and finding them again and then, when they are found, the realisation that these are priorities to you and maybe not to everyone else. It’s about being more exclusive and with no need to run with the pack, especially those “met” in the sleepy hollow of the online world who suck you in and lead you down that rabbit hole of nothingness where many live or are stuck.

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WHY “ONLY” AN ARARAT MEETING NEEDS SOME ANSWERS, SAYS KEYSER SOZE

By Keyser Soze

It was “only” a very very average Thursday race meeting at Ararat, but average or not, in this day and age of technology and speed of delivery, what happens anywhere doesn’t stay there. It travels. And if the news is bad, it travels faster and picks up pace as it goes like some runaway train.

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THE CRANKINESS OF BEING EARNEST

By Hans Ebert
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Once upon a Tomorrow Never Knows, many of us couldn’t wait to grow up, spread our wings, gain our independence and fly off to unknown lands where there were uncharted waters and adventures to be discovered and lived. We couldn’t wait. We took walks on the wild side. Some of us survived, a few fell through the cracks. We moved on and often took some bravely stupid steps.

We fell in love, we fell out of love, we stayed in love and got married. We had children and became domesticated. Domesticated. It’s a funny word. Often it means giving up and becoming what you promised yourself you’d never become. But you did, yes, you did, yes, you did and the penny finally dropped. There was the realisation that you had become everything you never thought you would be: Boring. But having made one’s bed, there was a need to lie in it at least for a while. Guilt pangs surfaced when wondering if this was just living a lie. Often it was- a lethal cocktail of falling in lust, thinking it was love until that train dropped you off at the right station. It was fun while it lasted, but it was just a U2 song.

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