Race Bombing

I am now considered somewhat of a phantom owner in the racing fraternity. I don’t own a horse, nor do I lease one but my friends do and I love going to watch.  It’s perfect – no fees, no trainer stories, no bets (not mandatory ones anyway) and all the fun. My friends are very generous and get ‘owner’ tickets for me, and ‘happy to oblige’ husband Peter, to accompany them.  Off we go into the Moonee Valley members for... Read More

The Pied Piper of Bali

Bali is a wonderful place, the people friendly, weather fantastic and it was fabulous to have time to spend with the aunties, outlaw aunties and nieces. I’ll treasure the memories of this holiday for a long time. So Aunty Verve? In Bali? She’s clever, professional and always tries to do the right thing – see? However, there is another side to this aunty. Give her a couple of drinks in an Irish Bar; music by a Balinese band and the night is... Read More

Accidental Rebel

Aunty Verve here. I generally (& genuinely) always try to do the right thing, play by the rules, be the diplomat and peacekeeper but sometimes things happen outside of your control, no matter how hard you try. After scoring tickets into the Makybe Diva marquis for Derby Day at Flemington Racecourse, of course I felt I should have something new to wear – a nice new frock!   That’s the thing to do! With some intrepidation, not being an avid... Read More

It’s a Blurrr…

Aunty Verve here. You won’t see me in many photos.  It’s not necessarily that I don’t want to be in them (mostly), it’s just that when I ask someone else to take one for me, it invariably ends up a blur. Example one: I love to travel and on a trip to NZ,  all I wanted was a photo of me at Mitre Peak, Milford Sound. I used to cut out pictures from magazines and travel brochures and put them in my scrapbook of places I loved and wanted... Read More