A Good Walk Spoiled

It's a funny time of day to be watching it but I have my eye on the BBC coverage of the last day of the Masters where forecast violent weather has them teeing off early in three balls and from two tees. Whatever next?

The glut of televised golf gives an opportunity to consider that now rare beast, BBC golf coverage and to compare it to the slick Sky product. The Beeb gets the nod, notwithstanding the excellence of Sky's Ewen Murray and Paul McGinley. The good work of those two is undone by the sincere but shallow Nick Dougherty, the horrible narcissism of Butch Harmon and the pathetic gurning of Robert Lee. Even Peter Alliss seems to have reined himself in a little on BBC though I stick to the view that he should be retired, forcibly if necessary.

Do you know what, the Big Fat Pig ran for just over the hour yesterday. He can hardly bloody walk today (particularly with a bit of gardening thrown in) but he feels righteous. He's having a glass of sauvignon blanc and some scones now. He is the Pig after all.