
The source of most addictions - to drugs, to reality television
programs, to gambling - is a single spontaneous act. My addiction to the
Melbourne Cup's foreign raiders began at the back of a bookmaker's
stand near the nursery car park at Flemington in 1993.
Huddled beneath an umbrella, the young penciller paid out
my winnings on race three - and kept paying. As it turned out, he had
mistaken my place ticket for a winner. A triple-digit error.
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