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On the other side of town, secreted speak-easy style behind a well-patronized tavern, hosts the wild “Oh, Honey Suckoff Shoppe”.

Normally I never have anything at all to do with any kind of gambling, even though I live in a country which is renowned as a punter’s paradise. But at the beginning of November every Australian has a bet on because the first Tuesday in the month is Melbourne Cup day. They call it the race which stops a nation and it’s absolutely true. Even commercial jets go into a holding pattern while the hooves are actually hitting the turf. Every true Aussie everywhere watches or listens to the Cup being run, whether they’re at Rose Bay or Rabbit Flats, on tropical beaches or above the snow line. And — of course — there isn’t an office anywhere in the Commonwealth that doesn’t run an office sweepstake on the Cup.

Unidentified voice: “It’s too late to try fighting us off, Julie. You should have thought first before opening your door to a guy who happens to be wearing a courier’s uniform. Especially when you’ve heard so many stories about how smart the Geek is. That’s what you’ve been calling me, isn’t it? I’m kind of flattered.”

Ms Amelia Bulower: “No . . . no. It’s all very difficult to explain. I don’t think you’d have believed me if I told you about it.”

I was having a bad day. My startup company had folded, I was in debt for a fortune, I couldn’t even get a decent job and my girl had gone off with a doctor — a female doctor.

“Can you spare a minute, Ms Kubota?”