I was strolling down George Street the other morning. You know the main Sydney transport artery that’s been clogged by inefficiency and high vis clowns who seem more intent on getting their morning coffee than doing any work.
I heard a car horn. A ruddy-bloke in a little Mercedes had chipped a bike courier for the mere hide of using the road in front of him. The courier stopped, turned around and gave, the now timid prick in the car, a mouthful. I couldn’t help myself. I let go too in support of the lycra warrior. But then he performed a piece of pure art. He got off his bike and deliberately wiped his lycra arse on the mini Merc’s bonnet. Not quickly, but slowly. Like a prick-teasing burlesque artist at the top of their game. Bravo Bike Boy! I gave him the thumbs up.
I felt the same on Tuesday when I saw Lloyd ‘The Tool’ Williams snatch another Melbourne Cup through the pure weight of cash. Williams and his goofy hooray-henry son, Nick, pop-up in spring like fucking field mushrooms. Having spent the year ensconced in their Macedon bunker using their Packer pounds to buy pre-trained European Horse flesh.
When I saw him on the box I wanted to rub my bum all over his silly gray morning suit. I wanted to grab his stupid gray top hat and dunk it in the nearest port-o-loo. I wanted to tell the fawning media that this poncy pretender adds nothing to the fundamentals of racing in this country. He is simply an equine opportunist who uses his considerable wealth to squeeze the juice out of the industry.
You will not see the Williams gang hanging over the rails at Mangatang cheering on one of their steeds in the Dial Before You Dig BM52 Handicap. You will not see him lobbying for fairer conditions for strappers and busted arse jockeys. He is simply content to raid the barns of Europe to indulge his Flemo fantasies.
A mate of the Fat Packers, founder of Crown, co-executor of the Goanna’s loot scoot and founder of the Shane Warne Foundation – Williams has the cruel gob of a crow and the smugness of a fat banker. His Hudson Conway company packages together his various property businesses. It includes his racing folly sandwiched in amongst property developments. It lost $7.6M last year. The company’s mission statement is “to help all Australians grow and protect their wealth”. That’s exactly what Crown has done for years, hasn’t it?
Lloyd Williams has protected his and his mate’s wealth for years by draining the pockets of gamblers at Crown Casino. They have broken rules to bust the best. He now draculises the industry that he professes to love. But Lloyd is not about all Australians nor love. He’s simply about himself and his fat Macedon mates. He is a dead set Class One Toad ever deserving of an A-Grade Arse wipe.
“Draculises”? I believe you’ve just added a new word to the great English lexicon. Couldn’t agree more with your sentiments.
Greetings from Roma! Glad to see you’re back on the beat, keeping us safe from equine opportunists and hi-vis clowns. If only you were here to show these Vatican types what’s what. Hi-vis has nothing on the Swiss Guard.
G (and P)
Those Romans know a thing or two about public works and using tools. Hope you and Big Pat aren’t taking any crap from the dagos – just mention the Soccer World Cup – that should put them on the back foot.