I popped into the pub-TAB on Saturday – just to see get the vibe and have a cheap pint.

A bloke standing next to me says, “You’re over it then.”

I must have looked blankly at him.

He follows up: “You seem to be coping OK.”

“What’s that?” I say, bamboozled.

“Missing out on the Nobel prize.”

Then he introduces himself.

Made me laugh.

I love pub TAB chat. Not all. Just some.


About John Harms

JTH is a writer, publisher, speaker, historian. He is publisher and contributing editor of The Footy Almanac and He has written columns and features for numerous publications. His books include Confessions of a Thirteenth Man, Memoirs of a Mug Punter, Loose Men Everywhere, Play On, The Pearl: Steve Renouf's Story and Life As I Know It (with Michelle Payne). He appears on ABCTV's Offsiders. He can be contacted [email protected] He is married to The Handicapper and has three kids - Theo13, Anna11, Evie10. He might not be the worst putter in the world but he's in the worst three. His ambition is to lunch for Australia.


  1. I was pissed at the awarding of the Nobel to Dylan. I’m a Leonard Cohen man you see.

  2. Heard a good one John on Saturday while on the punt. A bloke walked in wearing shorts and with a pretty ordinary pairs of pins. A mate called out “they’re cattle, not calves”

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