Practising Roman Catholics may take offence at this story (which I first heard from a left footer) so I'll give you a chance to bale out now. The rest can scroll down . . .
 
I don't know if the story is true or not . . . but it should be.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Some time in the early 1960s, I forget the exact year, George Moore returned to Australia after a riding stint in Europe and was met at Sydney airport by a roomful of reporters. After they'd spent ten or fifteen minutes firing questions at him, George held up a hand and said, "Whoa boys. I've been on a plane for the best part of three days. I'm missing sleep, I'm all out of kilter with what time it is, and I've no idea what's been going on in the world. Anything major happen recently?"
 
The press guys all looked at each other a bit puzzled . . . remember, these were racing reporters and most wouldn't know themselves what went on outside of racetracks and stables.
 
Then one bloke spoke up. "Ah, did you know the Pope was dead?"
 
Quick as a flash, George came back with, "I bet Jack Thompson rode it."
 


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