Best of Hansard - Pynchonesque Incidents

Can anyone actually work out what is going on here? I am starting to think it is some kind of code used by our political overlords to conceal their evil plans. Or perhaps they are all slightly mad? The following discussion occurred in the context of a bill changing regulations in the racing industry on 7 May 09.

Mr PAUL GIBSON: Racing is a great panacea. Looking back at the history of racing—and I was not born then; I am not that old—during the Depression, for example, there were the largest crowds ever on racetracks anywhere. People went to the racetracks not only to put a few bob on and try to back a winner; they went there with the hope of forgetting the problems of the day. They went to the track because it was fairly cheap entertainment. It was a very important part of the panacea process that followed on from the Depression and the war. I first started looking at and wondering about racing when I was a young boy in Young.

Mr Kevin Greene: Is that Lambing Flat?

The boy from Young: "I come from Young, a pretty town up near the Riverina. They grow their cherries by the pound and sell them for a deener." I have never forgotten that. In my early years in Young there was a fellow by the name of Ernie Batnich, who had a cherry orchard. Ernie had a greyhound called Happy Banquet. Happy Banquet was a happy banquet to a lot of people in Young. Not only did he win on the country tracks—

Mr George Souris: They ate it.

Mr PAUL GIBSON: No, they didn't eat it; he ate them. They brought Happy Banquet to Sydney and it was one of the best greyhounds to race in this nation. I have never forgotten it. After that Ernie's mate had a dog called Macaroona. I will never forget Macaroona either—one of the fastest dogs this nation has ever laid eyes on.

Mr Peter Draper: What about Chief Havoc?

Mr PAUL GIBSON: Yes, Chief Havoc. There have been a lot of them. At the moment we have a horse called Takeover Tiger and it has won over $6 million in prize money. Joe Jaknic is the owner-trainer of it. He bought the horse for virtually nothing.