I’ve gone off Jolly Adam and I’m rapidly going off Chris The Tooth too.
You may recall that it was my intention to win a Lindfield Golf Club medal this year, or at least go round the course in six over or less. Since when, I’ve lost two medals, scored 18 over, 21 over and 16 over in my last three lamentable efforts and got a hernia.
Adam, as far as I know, does not have any New Year’s Resolutions to speak of.
But he happily joins Lindfield Golf Club and, in his first monthly medal, goes round in something too preposterous to mention – was it six over, Adam? Off a handicap of 10? All I can recall from our phone conversation on the subject – I was weeping uncontrollably at the time, so I could not hear particularly clearly – was that he was THREE UNDER after FOUR HOLES! And that, apart from winning the medal, he also got his hands on two cash prizes for hitting birdies on two of the par threes. And his handicap got cut to 9.6. I would kill for a handicap of 9.6.
We are not talking at present.
I’m still talking to Chris The Tooth, but only frostily. His resolutions involve dissertations and learning to pluck his guitar but he had the gall to go round his local course in 79 the other day.
Makes you sick. Seriously sick I'd say Swine Flu sick if that didn't betray a suspect sense of humour.
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