A small foray into the Junction was made on Saturday.  The Mug was on light beer which always dampens the occassion.  Combined with this, a little extra traffic meant that the mugpunter team were shunted off to a corner.  And a quaddie where not one leg saluted guaranteed a changed perspective from visit one.

The day started well enough with the first bet of the day landing on an upheld protest and then the second bet of the day landing the Mug’s first spruik horse of the Spring - Purrealist.  2 for 2, which is an unusual start and for some reason, never good.  There’s something so much more satisfying about going the whole day without a winner and landing the last 2 than there is winning early.

Being stuck in Siberia at The Junction is far less satisfying than being in the central corridor with the hard core punters.  For a start, the jokes about being in prison with the central bars are only a distant whisper.  And the overwhelming number of lcd panels is not quite so noticeable stuck over there, which takes away from the effect.  Even being bumped into by the one-armed man with the metal claw (who was com-pletely pissed) didn’t have the same cachet.  And to top it all off, the donkey Rubiscent goes and spoils the party of the racing by skipping away in a slowly run race and holding on.

The iPhone avenger down from Sydney was suitably impressed at least, claiming he’d never thought a Pubtab would have such nice toilets.  This prompted a discussion on the merits of the loo as an indicator of a venue’s attention to detail - should money be spent on the front of house or is a flash dunny a sign of quality.  Comments welcome.