I'm bored. No racing is not good, no fun.

I've come to appreciate that the two gloomiest places on the earth are Melbourne and Gosford. Gosford is so pathetic that even when it's sunny it feels like it might rain. On the weekend I brought my wife down to look for somewhere to stay 11 years ago it pissed down constantly. Seems like its been pissing down ever since. But on the upside I've learnt how to get soggy kit dry. Bonus.

Wish I was back in sunny Newcastle.