Quinella Holiday: Singapore Races

 

We left at ten, luncheoned for an hour, and were back on the couch by two. During which the boys and I had circumnavigated the entire country by rail. Jungle. High-rise. Shopping mall. Jungle. High-rise. Shopping mall. From the train carriage I glimpsed Singapore’s racetrack, Kranji. I vowed to visit.

Apart from Vatican City, Monaco, Gibraltar, Liechtenstein, Christmas Islands, the Maldives, Malta and Bermuda, where else could we do a leisurely lap of a nation, eat at a faux New York diner, and be home in time for The Bold and The Beautiful?

The last time I went to the races was at Morphettville three years back to see Black Caviar take the Goodwood Handicap, and post her twenty-first win. We were on the flat about thirty deep from the rails. Such was the squash and blare, we could’ve been at a One Direction concert. Except they weren’t born then.

Although I couldn’t see the horse, I knew she’d won. It was fantastic to have been there. A where were you when you heard Lady Diana had died moment, but with a cheerier, Group 1 feel.

In keeping with Singapore’s colonial past, entry to the races was formerly restricted to members and horse owners. Members of public were allowed into the club only in 1960. Then, after about sixty years in Bukit Timah, the racecourse relocated to the island’s north during 1999.

The Singapore Turf Club, the oldest existing club in Singapore at more than 170 years old, now operates from a $500-million racecourse in Kranji. Like Adelaide, it’s a single-track city.

It’s fitting that we’re there in the Derby Room with friends from South Australia on a hot Friday evening deciphering the local betting lexicon. A tierce is a trifecta and a trio is a boxed trifecta, while a quandro is the first four, in any order.

Being Singapore GST is payable on all winnings, and the turf club takes a weighty commission on your earn too. The government plays bookmaker, colourful racing identity and coat-tugger.

The evening’s first mishap is in the second event. A long-term fan of the novelty-named neddy (think Waikikamukau), I’d picked Laughing Gravy, but due to punter error didn’t get on. You know how this finishes.

As is the way at the modern sport arena, TV screens are everywhere. Beyond electronically urging us to bet, they are a rich source of data including how much each horse weighs in kilograms, and how much it’s changed. As I peered down into the mounting yard, several stories below, I saw a conveyance complete what seemed to be a personal pre-race ritual, and I think I saw his weight change from 507 to 505 kilograms.

There’s a grand piano just outside the restrooms. Once an hour a man plays it while a woman sings a Harry Connick song. Why just one, and why only Harry Connick, I’m not sure. They offer, “It Had To Be You” from When Harry Met Sally, but I have no Katz’s Delicatessen punting moments all night.

Being Singapore, there’s arguably a shopping mall soullessness about the facility. It’s new, efficient and clean. But there are no betting slips on the concourse. It’s a strangely empty space. Despite the panoramic views there’s no fetching sunset. Instead, it’s sunlight, then instantly an unquiet dark cloaks all. Alongside the winning post is a forty-six metre long screen. It tells us the poly track temperature is twenty-seven degrees. I assume this is normal, if not good.

Mid-evening a Dash of Class salutes to cheers from our table. As a South Australian, I’m happy the horses run anti-clockwise and the outside track has a straight longer than Flemington’s. Encircling the course are about twenty light towers, reminding me of Footy Park in 1984. Look! There’s Kernahan kicking ten in State of Origin!

It could easily be used by NASA, or for indoor golf, and the fully enclosed grandstand is four or five decent drop punts long. I go for a walk, and each section is a replica of the previous one: bar, self-serve investment kiosks, and betting counters like those found in an Australian TAB. The staff are all women, and don’t look at me, but point their eyes at things.

At the Derby Room entrance is a miniature statue of a horse. It has no informative plaque, so it’s possibly there for kids or buck’s show enthusiasts to ride, or to assist customers in identifying the animals ridden outside by small men. There seems to be no celebration of history here. The first Singapore-based galloper to win an International Group 1 race, Rocket Man, could be honoured, but I see nothing.

Our beer girl is embarrassingly attentive and the flow of the Korean lager, Dester, is an amber waterfall. In a thrill for the legion of local Geelong Cats fans, Golden Tomahawk gets up late in the card, but in an attempt to locally connect I’m on the Sun Tze Chinese military classic inspired, Art of War. However, the horse and jockey have not read chapter three: Strategic Attack and it finishes last. One of the treatise’s famous lines is

All warfare is based on deception.

Sun Tze was right. I have been deceived. Still, it’s been fun, and we’ve had what grandma calls, “a night out.” Our taxi races across the island, towards the river.

 

About Mickey Randall

Favourite film: The Shawshank Redemption Favourite song: Khe Sahn Favourite holiday destination: Gold Coast Favourite food: steak Favourite beer: VB Best player seen: Dogga Worst player seen: Frogga Last score on beep test: 3.14159 Favourite minor character in Joyce’s Ulysses: Punch Costello

Comments

  1. Good one Mickey. Sure beats a day a day at Morphettville. Did you win?

  2. Thanks Mickey. I think they have 2 tracks at Kranji, a poly track and a turf one. Another tick off from your bucket list. Their dollar is pretty close to ours I reckon. How much to get in and for a beer?

  3. Thanks men.

    Oges- Not financially, but it was an excellent experience. Lots of contrasts with Australian race-going. Whilst it was slick, I reckon it’s more colourful home.

    Budge- You’re correct on the dual tracks. Most of last night’s races were on the inner, poly track. As guests of Premier Racing we got in for zip, but general admission is only about five bucks. Beer can be expensive here so I was surprised when we could get a bucket of five Dester cans (better than West End Draught but that’s not a high bar) for thirty dollars. As is true for much of Asia, wine is hideously priced. However, it was a good night. Worth doing.

  4. Mark 'Swish' Schwerdt says

    Can you claim GST credits on your losses?

  5. Unlikely Swish. “Can not” would be the official response.

    In recent years the government has allowed two casinos to open here, although these aren’t called casinos as the connotations would be too transparent and alarming. They’re “resort worlds.” Tourists and foreigners can visit and donate coin at will, but the government has set an “entry levy” of $100 for 24 consecutive hours to promote “responsible gambling” for Singaporeans.

    Interesting.

  6. Dave Brown says

    Nice one Mickey – I like the ‘point their eyes at things’ line. Seems like Singapore is 4000km and a parallel universe away from Adelaide

  7. Malcolm Ashwood says

    Thanks Mickey a interesting adventure the lack of history at the race track and seemingly repetitive way the track is set up did you find out why at all ?

  8. I like the idea of a casino entry fee with the money going to public health campaigns on problem gambling.
    We couldn’t do it in Australia because gambling is taxation by stealth for State governments and Packer et al have bought both major political parties.
    Good to see that benign paternalism as pioneered by Harry Lee in Singapore still puts people before money. We used to have that in Australia, but the majority of people (and consequently politicians) would chop down society’s walls to keep their personal fire burning.

  9. Mickey Randall says

    Thanks Dave. It’s different here which is interesting. The ways in which it’s different are always surprising and often provocative.

    Malcolm- Thanks. I may have failed to look in the right places, but found the racetrack strangely devoid. It could be that we place too much store in celebrating our history. Afterall, the Gabba once had the Wally Grout Snack Bar.

    Peter- Thanks for that. I do like the transparency of much public discourse here. I don’t always agree with the thinking, but we generally know where we stand. Someone we work with here once bemoaned that private education here gets absolutely nothing in terms of public funding. The government is entirely unapologetic about this. I approve.

  10. Luke Reynolds says

    “A where were you when you heard Lady Diana had died moment, but with a cheerier, Group 1 feel”. In awe of that line Mickey. Sums up my one and only live viewing of the great mare in action.

  11. Luke Reynolds says

    Nice choice of a great, early Midnight Oil song for the title to this BTW…

  12. Thanks Luke.

    In thinking about horse-racing and/ or gambling songs it was my first choice. Still the best Midnight Oil album, in my view. If they reformed, toured, and did one of those we’ll play an entire record from start to finish shows, I’d love to see it with Place Without A Postcard.

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