It was dubbed the Maul in Porthcawl, but after a fierce first day battle, Whitewash in Wales had a certain ring to it too.
It took five long and painful years of defeats to the French, but the Wryter Cup is finally back on British soil and firmly in the arms of the Press Golfing Society.
Franco-British entente cordiale is once again set to go head to head for the XXIII Wryter Cup at Royal Porthcawl in Wales on 6 & 7 October 2013.
Qualification is a gruelling do-or-die selection process resulting in this year’s golfing crème de la crème of the UK media industry.
The record books currently stand at an level pegging 11-11 between the Press Golfing Society and Association de la Presse et du Golf.
Watch this space as the PGS attempt to wrestle the silverware back from our determined French rivals.
Follow @PressGolfSoc on Twitter for live #WryterCup action updates.
The latest sexism storm brewing over Muirfield and its cretinous male-only policy would be far less troubling if the wait for women’s membership hadn’t been 269 years and counting.
But any hope that, all these decades later, men in starched blazers are softening their stance on membership has been hit once more into the deep rough. Read More
Why did the Oscar-winning actress have to choose that day of all days to announce to the world that she had undergone a preventive double mastectomy? The same day I was to find out if I had cancer.
I was doing just fine up until that point and largely successful in blocking out my uncertain fate. Denial may not be a river in Egypt, but it floated my boat when it came to dealing with the complexities of cancer. There’s a thin veneer between the dream and the reality and that suited me just fine too. Read More
When I first started this blog in 2011 after a somewhat tumultuous period in my life, I concluded the About Me section by saying: ‘I’m not sure where my story ends, but short of a graphic in HD choc full of pithy insight, I think you’ve just captured the start of it.’
Well, today I’m thrilled to say that a new chapter is about to begin …
As a persistent observer of potential talent for our epic golf battle against the mighty, yet glacially-paced French, the quality of golf in the Press Golfing Society has never been stronger. The annual Wryter Cup tournament is the journalist’s equivalent of the Ryder Cup between the Press Golfing Society (PGS) and Association de la Presse et du Golf (APG). Franco-British entente cordiale are set to go head to head once again for Wryter Cup glory at Royal Porthcawl in Wales in October this year. The competition to land a coveted place in the PGS Wryter Cup team has kicked-off. Let the games begin …
It has been a long Baltic winter and three tortuous months since I last swung a club, but this week saw the start of the 2013 Press Golfing Society season with the curtain-raiser at the magnificent Worplesdon golf club. With Arctic conditions and 40mph gales, it was supposed to see us dust off the cobwebs – not de-ice them! Read More
I want to hear about the story of the greatest golf shot of your life.
When, where and how did you pull off the perfect fluke? I’ve been lucky to have had two revered golfing moments. The 11th at St Andrews and a couple of years ago on the 134-yard 14th at Muswell Hill Golf course, in North London (below). I’m holding out for a third golf miracle. Admittedly more in hope than expectation. Read More
Much of LONDON was brought to a standstill today by the heaviest snowfall of the winter. With most of Britain covered in white stuff, the country is set to freeze overnight as temperatures plummet to a chilly -6C. On the other side of the globe, SYDNEY sizzled as it endured its hottest day ever. Records were smashed across the city with the mercury hitting 45.8C.
Click below and spot the difference… Read More
A land of lore and legend encircled with its ancient 45ft walls should be at the top of your must-see list when visiting Portugal.
Fifty-five miles north of Lisbon, the fortified town of Óbidos is considered one of the jewels of Portugal’s national heritage. It is known as the “Wedding Present Town” because it was a gift King Dinis gave to Queen Isabel on their wedding day in 1282. Recaptured from the Moors in 1418, it’s like stepping back in time as you walk through the narrow cobble stone streets lined with colorful houses, gothic doorways, dazzling tiles and whitewashed churches. Read More
I currently have two doctors navigating me towards some priceless lifestyle advice.
First up is the Daily Mail’s dishy doc, who this week informed his readers that giving up alcohol for January will do you more harm than good. What a load of self-deluding drivel. Yet another rehashed, alarmist, new year article wheeled out during a slow news month. Read More
Picture the scene … you’ve hit a belter down the 18th. Split the fairway perfectly with your driver. Ball is perched on a lush tuft. Sun threatening to make an appearance too. Everything is going in your favour. This is going to be one hell of a round. Feeling a tad smug you walk up to the ball. It hasn’t quite reached the 150-posts. You squint into the distance towards the green. Pin is tucked away back right. Or so it seems. There’s a cold northeasterly blowing. Green looks ridiculously far away. Maybe it’s an optical illusion. Read More
Ancient Chinese wisdom says a Snake in the house is a good omen because it means your family will not starve. Really? Perhaps that’s a plus because as the 2013 starting line approaches, it spells out a month on the wagon coupled with a January Dukan diet regime. Read More
When the Captain of the Press Golfing Society asked me to be his vice-captain two years ago, I must admit, I hesitated. Not because the thought of addressing a bunch of delightfully cynical journalists a dozen times next year scared the hell out of me. Or knowing I would have to humiliate myself with a speech in French during our annual Wryter Cup clash given my questionable grasp of the language. The reality was that my newspaper was going through a somewhat trying period and playing any golf, let alone captaining a prestigious society seemed ridiculously ambitious.
But after some thought and several Pinots, I thought, why ever not. Read More
There is something of the unreal about Le Golf National in Paris. The course is host to the 2018 Ryder Cup, annual French Open and now the unfolding epic of the Wryter Cup.
This week it was time for the golfer in us all to step up as my great and worthy Press Golfing Society teammates battled it out against our mighty French APG rivals. Read More
Seve wasn’t the only golfer to blast his way round uncharted territory in search of a historic win.
What began as a bold experiment in 1991 to foster good relations between the French and British media has developed into the backbone of two societies. The annual epic golf battle of the Wryter Cup is the journalist’s equivalent of the Ryder Cup between the Press Golfing Society (PGS) and Association de la Presse et du Golf (APG). Read More
The spirit of Seve conjured up the 39th Ryder Cup. A fighter to the end, he once said: “Thinking doesn’t cost much so if you have a chance to think, think positive.” And that’s just what Captain Ole’s troops did producing pure theatre, glorious unpredictability and the greatest comeback in sporting history.
For the Americans, Sunday’s defeat was unpalatable. The crowds were raucous, hostile and heavy on the European bashing. But by dusk the full-throated boos and inescapable morons yelling ‘get in da treeeees’ had given way to chants of “Ole, Ole, Ole” echoing across the course. Read More