“Burnt peach,” said one. “Butternut squash,” chimed another. “Definitely Bahamas pink beach,” a voice cried out from the back. “No it’s atomic coral,” insisted someone gulping determinedly from her glass of Leduc. What the hell is atomic coral I pondered quietly to myself while the debate raged on over the colour of my new golf sweater? If an item of clothing can generate such unexpected interest among ladies golfers, imagine the enthusiasm… Read More

WITH JUST A TOUCH OF  HESITATION, REPETITION AND DEVIATION No one likes a judgemental nitpicker. No one more so than the (non-self appointed) navigator of a 250-plus mile journey from Londontown into neighbouring France. Our driver had been hit on route by some rather somber news and was in an understandable state of mourning. The other was strangely arranged across the back seat, blissfully unaware of her surrounds and absorbed in the… Read More


I have a friend. He is a veteran golf writer, master of the English language and one of life’s fiercest critics when it comes to all things clichés. Not surprisingly this makes for dangerous ground since he not only frequents, but as regular readers will know, this is a blog positively riddled with these vulgar, over-used, meaningless fillers. According to him I am forbidden from using the words: picturesque, shrouded, idyllic, must see, etc…. Read More