The election campaign drags its weary way to the inevitability of a stonking Labour majority and the requirement for Starmer to make his mind up what he wants, other than merely wanting to win an election. Boring, boring, boring.
So let us turn to happier events. Last week the thirtieth edition of the QMT Golf Tour invaded the Worcestershire countryside. Thirty men of encroaching decrepitude over-enjoying themselves. Nothing could be further from boring. In summary, bloody brilliant. Big Fat Pig (fatter this week thanks to last week's over-indulgence) arrived with his golf game in relative disarray and the first day at Droitwich Golf Club did nothing to improve things. BFP self-prescribed alcohol as the answer and felt decidedly under the weather when he teed-off for the nine hole curtain raiser on day two. He played like a drunk for six holes but then found some form. The main championship was being played that afternoon and our hero again started badly. However he had a purple patch in mid-round and rose to the respectability of fifth place. We'll settle for that. The final day (after another late night) presented a Texas Scramble, always a nice way to warm down. I repeat, bloody brilliant. The two main days were spent at Bransford Golf Club. This can be highly recommended. Opened in 1990 it styles itself a Florida style course. There is a lot of water. There are six each of pars three, four and five. Great fun. Thanks to all who organised it. Bring on next year.
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