I clearly remember the Saturday
afternoon I sorta lost my nerve at the races. I had five dollars –
a measly five dollars (ten dollars in all) – each way on a horse at
twenty-five to one. My sister, who was working on the stand with
Australasia's biggest bookmaker at the time, had confirmed to me that
virtually the entire Committee had bet on this horse, which had
started in the morning at 100/1.
I even remember the name of the horse
now so many years later: Todvega. And it was ridden by the best
jockey I have ever seen, John James (J.J.) Miller.
That's J.J. Miller on the right |
The horse won in what is called over
here 'a Port Hedland Photo.' This means, figuratively that the horse
was in a photo-finish but the camera angle was taken from six hundred
miles up North in Port Hedland, and thus it appeared as if this
horse's head was in front on the line – even though it might have
been way behind in reality!
Actually, I was standing at the post
and this type of thing was unnecessary this time; the horse won for
real coming up on the inside. Funny, though, in the published photo
the shadow of its head was in the wrong place! I guess the Committee
were just making sure...
During the course of the running of the
race, for the first time in my life ever, I was shaking. I had plenty
of time in the running to ask myself 'what the hell was I shaking
for?' I had plenty of money, ten dollars wasn't going to kill me if
the horse lost. Hell I had thirty five thousand sitting in bets in
the stockmarket and I slept pretty good. And then it struck me, the
race was a proxy for the actual bets I was really making, namely
those in the stockmarket. I went right out on Monday morning and sold
up everything. By Thursday the World Stockmarket Crash of 1987 had
fully unfolded.
Luck? Presentiment? I don't know and it
doesn't matter. Many of my friends lost massively and I had
everything completely intact and was essentially in a better position
because of the new context.
I had no clue exactly when the market
was going to crash, even though I thought it would sooner or later. I
had taken steps long before and had raised almost a million in cash
from external shareholders and controlled a public company ready for
the situation – this was where my main capital was, not in just the
thirty five thousand I personally was playing around with.
I had intended to post today about
simple and quick ways to counteract stress and/or lack of energy. And
I will do that presently – if anyone is even remotely interested -
but this other thing instead is calling for some attention: Bernanke
says there is going to be a long long phase of slow growth ahead for
EVERYONE... He bases that, I assume on the utter control he has
exerted on the bond market. I think he would be correct too but for
one strange dissonance that I have been observing recently. There has
been way strange range volatility across sectors and categories that
never previously exhibited this kind of thing. Australian blue chips
varied over more than twenty-five per cent during the last year.
That, is an impossibility for me to believe unless there is
something, in the words of the new kids in the quant cubicles,
'latent' in the story. Something in other words, hidden to us all,
going on.
You can see it too in the gold price
range swings of late – the amplitude has widened noticeably.
I am told this may be because of false
volumes from 'order stuffing' and that eventually there will be a
price breakdown and then, if there really is genuine investor buying,
the price will revert to its long term up trend. No doubt at all in
my mind that the HFT people are trying very hard to damage the gold
price. And maybe they can do it. But it calls into question
Bernanke's certainty about a long long slow recovery for EVERYONE.
Because wherever there are such large and systematic range moves,
there is massive profit opportunity and when there is massive profit
opportunity there is strong growth for some, not weak growth.
It's time for your hands to shake, again, because Ben and the 'Committee Men' want to take Port Hedland photos...
Calvin J. Bear