It all started so well as you can see from the picture. We look a perfect example of confident athleticism and I had the comedy trousers on to celebrate the first event of the spring. Unfortunately they are sturdy, woollen and unforgiving so by the end of the day the inside of my thighs were redder than Max Mosley's cheeks (his face I mean - behave!).Well that's my excuse taken care of but what Patrick and Craig were up to is anyone's guess. Is Craig finding it so tough giving up the ciggies that he has to put both morning and afternoon drives on the 17th by the bonfire to get a quick fix of smoke?
That left Jif to salvage some pride for the team and his well deserved third place was all the more creditable as he spent most of the round waiting for the rest of us to return, cursing and moss covered, to the fairways.
The final comment on the golf has to be Craig's splendid Eagle on the 16th in the afternoon. No fluke: the shot was imagined, planned and executed to perfection.
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