BLOODY MELBOURNE CUP!

The man sat in his study watching the computer screen. The study light was off and the only light illuminating him was from the screen which progressed from the colours of his blog to the screen saver of exploding stars to just blackness. He preferred the blackness.

He thought about the comment he'd made on The Curmudgeon's latest post. This too had disappeared into darkness. He sat there immobile. He had almost created a new post in his head but had been distracted by a silly email from Mike. Bloody Mike! Now he had to make a trip to the T.A.B. Bloody Melbourne Cup!