On Wednesday we met up with the (unconsommated) love of the old man's life. Went first to her house (where the old man died in fact), then across the road to her golf club. Most people growing up there would spend their entire lives between the golf club, the old school rugby club, and an office in the city, with timeshares in Tighnabruaich or Spain. I turned my back on all that when I went off the rails and down under.
This is actually the club where I played, reluctantly, as a kid. On a Sunday if the parents were fed up with us, they'd chuck us out of the house - "don't come back till you've played a round!"
Not sure which Duneditin session I should put my name down for. They're offering Cross Cultural Toilet Training, or Triumphs Of Socialism. Whichever's shorter so I can get to bed early.
Albert? Is that you? Golf? As a kid? Dearie me! Golf is for old people. Fancy inflicting that on you! No wonder you needed all yon grope therapy! It comes from always hitting the problem away from you instead of dealing with it there and then i.e. by pocketing the ball. Hotboy
ReplyDeleteAlbert|? I see a bit just fell off a Quantas almost ruining it's reputation. Could I get some life insurance on you? At least, then somebody's foresight would be rewarded! Hotboy
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ReplyDeleteMany cricketers are good at golf. Same sort of idea, basically - whacking a ball as far as you can.
Down the road from Kalimbuka, across from the mosque, there's an excellent golf course. They have browns rather than greens.
MM III
I say!
ReplyDeleteWhatever you do, don't sign up for any Duneditin workshops which have the word 'bliss' in their titles. I experienced one of those a long time ago in another country. Went on for 8 hours, at least.
MM III