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There’s something about the start of the pro golf season that sparks new realms of excitement in me. Notwithstanding my juvenile crush on the G-Mac, it is more a yearning to dust down my clubs and follow in the footsteps of Tiger’s comeback after a lengthy period in hibernation. Inspired by involuntary chunks of free time and watching the golfing greats lock horns under an Abu Dhabi sun, I decided it was time… Read More
I had spent all of two plucky weeks finding my way around the News of the World when the opportunity of a lifetime presented itself. A chance to fulfill a childhood dream playing golf on the Old Course at St Andrews in Scotland. But how do you tell your editor you’re taking off for a few days when you’ve been employed for, well, a few days? Fortunately my resourcefulness kicked in and… Read More
Ever walked past a sign that stopped you in your tracks? Some leave you in stitches while others require an immediate double take. Here’s a collection spotted during my travels from Mozambique to Manchester and beyond.
Have you ever tried to make your way through Sydney Airport with a set of golf clubs? Determined stowaways crouching in the wheel well of a 747 have more chance of a cheery G’day from scratchy officials than law-abiding holidaymakers with grubby golf shoes. A torturous 23-hour 10509-mile journey is followed by an equally tedious wait in the Welcome to Australia queue. Finally I’m met by a hat wearing badged-up Bruce who… Read More
There aren’t many advantages to being made redundant. But after a decade of eating my mistakes, weight loss is undeniably one of them. Never having to work Saturdays again has its curious merits too. But above all, a summer donning sleeveless shirts, tailored shorts and matching peaks – all very tasteful if not a tad dated – rank up there with payday. Someone once said: “Unemployment makes early rises of us all.”… Read More
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