Drunken Corporate Divorcee In The Sponsor's Tent Currently Running A Masterclass In Burning Bridges

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Pat McKlint (divorced, 54) has been heard slurring at the top of his voice as he stumbles towards the fence for race 8, which he can only see on the big screen.

What should have been a pleasant day out for this commercial real estate team, quickly turned ugly when McKlint went another $250 down on the punt and headed back inside the sponsor's tent to vent his anger on unsuspecting coworkers.

“What are you fucking lookin’ at, Oliver,” he sprays at a sniggering younger colleague.

“I’ve had 30 years in the property game and quite frankly, you young pricks can just go fuck yourselves”

The recent changes to the capital gains tax discount has made for a particularly solemn mood at this year's Cup Day event. On top of this, McKlint's wife has left him for another woman.

"Pull ya fucking head in. You cunts can’t handle your fuckin’ piss either” he roars, while erratically swiping a tray of champagne glasses out of a 21-year-old waitresses hands.

“HA HA HA!” he yells sarcastically.

“You are all so fucking funny!”

Pat McKlint spoke to our journalists while stumbling through the Racecourse in a Tarocash suit, finishing off the dregs of a bottle of Yellowglen.

“I really don’t give a fuck, you know. I’ve done my time babysitting these little arrogant upstart pricks” he confessed in a senseless ramble that left our reporters wondering what might have triggered this drunken tantrum.

“Another rate rise today. This little cunts won't last. But I’ll be right” he says, while being forcefully removed from the premises through the front gates.

McKlint makes his way outside and the grounds for a bottle of water and a cigarette.

“They expect everything on a silver platter.” he says, while texting his 23 year old live-at-home son to pick him up.

"Jim's not done with these fuckers yet"