“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
If only the Solheim Cup ladies had hunkered down together in a dark tavern before this weekend’s tournament in Germany with a bottle or two of classic Riesling and watched the video below. They well may have avoided the worst act of bad sportsmanship I’ve ever witnessed in 29 years of playing golf.
There’s an old line about bottled water being twice as expensive as petrol per litre, which is true when purchased in small quantities. This month it was revealed that milk in the UK is now cheaper to buy than bottled water thanks to a fierce supermarket war. The price per litre of milk, when bought in a four-pint bottle, has dipped to 43p, compared to 44p for bottled still water. Keep that… 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 Golfmadchick.com, 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
It’s midday and I am lying in bed with more drugs raging through my system than an aging rocker on a day trip to Pfizer’s world-renowned research lab. I have acute bronchitis. It is day eight. I wouldn’t mind so much, but it‘s the second bout in two months and what’s worse … it’s my office Christmas party tonight. While friends and colleagues are reaching for their most festive bib and tucker,… Read More
Hearty congratulations to the 2014 Centenary Bowl champions: Wimbledon Park Golf Club. Despite some tight matches and tough competition against the Leatherhead ladies, our girls in green waltzed in with a storming 5 – 0 victory to take home the silverware. The final of the scratch knock out team competition took place at Kingswood Golf Club in Surrey and produced a day of thrilling performances on and er, off the course.
Dubbed the Blitz of Biarritz, it quickly plummeted into Blitzed in Biarritz, as two competing societies The Press Golfing Society (PGS) and the Association de la Presse et du Golf (APG) thrashed it out for the 24th Wryter Cup in France. Hosted by Golf de Chantaco in the charming coastal town of Saint-Jean-de-Luz, a dozen miles south of Biarritz and close to the Spanish border, it is one of the most famous courses in the Basque country with exceptional views… Read More
Europe and the US are ready for battle in golf’s Ryder Cup. Oh, and Ukip leader Nigel Farage has popped up in a pretty cool Paddy Power ad for the contest too. The world is a precarious place. Britain may be at war by the weekend. Scotland is more divided than ever before. The Queen is not amused with our prime minister. The leader of the opposition forgot the deficit. And now,… Read More
In my experience heterosexual males are lousy at remembering birthdays. Facebook and Twitter has helped occasionally attract their attention to your really big day and nothing can beat persistent vocal reminders along the lines of, ‘I really can’t believe that next month I shall actually be 40.’ The combination of these three prompted one of my male colleagues to come up with a surprisingly bright idea, although I strongly suspect that he was… Read More
Fourteen ladies flew to the west coast of Ireland to play golf. This is what happened:
It is the greatest sport in the world and after a year of intense preparation and anticipation, it has finally arrived. That’s right, golf’s US Open kicks off today. Four nail-biting rounds of Major Championship golf featuring all the tantalizing drama, meltdowns, memories, heartache, last day gallops and shock victories. Forget the World Cup frenzy, its US Open fever gripping the Channel 4 News communications department as the world’s best… Read More
CYPRUS LADIES OPEN COMPETITION Attention all lady golfers … fancy a week strolling the fairways beneath a sizzling Cyprus sun? Golfmadchick has teamed up with Red Tee Breaks for this special offer golf break staying at the luxury Intercontinental golf resort, Aphrodite Hills.
It all started off so promisingly as the young man in a bow tie rushed up to me in the car park. “Miss Barlow” he shrieked, arms outstretched in my direction. “Welcome to Mid Ocean Golf Club, the jewel in Bermuda’s golf crown.” Wow! What a welcome I thought, looking startled and vaguely bemused. I tried to deduce if this was the typically friendly Bermuda way, an over excitable PR executive or… Read More
They say all good things must come to an end. And what an end it was too. The annual dinner at the Frontline Club to round off an incredible year being captain of the wonderful Press Golfing Society society. SKIPPER’S SPEECH – BY HAYLEY BARLOW Something happened on the way to dinner tonight. Jon Snow phoned me from Sri Lanka. It’s too late Jon, I told him, you had your chance to perform… Read More
It’s not often you receive an email with the words: “I work with Ian Poulter and his golf clothing line IJP Design … and we would love to invite you to join our exclusive testing panel for his new women’s golf range ahead of the full launch in spring summer 2014.” Well, that’s exactly what I did receive.
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. Veterans, rookies, wild cards … champions … I salute you all.
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… Read More
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.