Collapse Of Stout Party

I'm a Taurean but you'd
never guess

So you're standing on the eighteenth tee at Bull Bay, you've been playing (by your own limited standards) moderately well  and you hold a one shot lead in the defence of the Bull Bay Classic. What do you do? Well, what BFP did was to start out with a vicious duck hook into the gorse leading to three off the tee. He the compounded the misery with a couple of tops and for the grand finale threw in a full-on shank. Meanwhile Big Wiily Mac calmly holed out to take the trophy out of the grasp of your correspondent. All in all not my finest hour.

But I'll get over it. We are now on the ferry and this bulletin is brought to you as we pass the sea wall at Holyhead into a moderate swell.We have already breakfasted. We should be in the bar at the Strand by mid afternoon. Life is good. Willy has learned (via the miracle that is the internet) that Belper Town won 2-0 yesterday and John is vexing himself by reading the property page of the Sunday Times. He will perturb himself yet more when he comes to read the Rich List.