What's happening in Beeston, Belle Isle, Cottingley, Holbeck, Hunslet, Middleton and Stourton
This is my last article on golf hacking – unless, of course, some golf magazine would like to offer me untold wealth to write a column to promote their infuriating game… So here are the five lessons I have noted – I was going to write learned, but I
She’d have to be called Chardonnay, wouldn’t she? In my day agony aunts were called Evelyn, Edith or Marje and the last was a bit modern – what was wrong with Marjorie? My great aunt was called Marjorie but I digress. I was skimming through “Compulsives’ Confessions” which thunders
If you have asked yourself what the [expletive deleted] was I doing losing my keys and mobile phone, not to mention 30p out of my golf bag you were not alone. Mrs Bamber asked the very same thing… Actually it was her fault. The afternoon Bob and I were
The moment had arrived. Old Bob had laughed at my injured heel and hinted that I was using it as an excuse not to turn up for golf. Well, being Bob he didn’t hint so much as shout this, inasmuch as you can shout on email. I have to
Now where were we? Ah, yes at Middleton Park with Andy and Bob. The 8th hole is the longest on the course – a splendid 466 yard hole that doglegs to the left. I hit a half reasonable drive, which landed in some snow. Boring Bob hit his usual
You may recall my mentioning Invisible Andy… Well, he’s about to appear. Old Bob and I had been trying to arrange an outing for the three of us but something always happened to prevent it happening. Andy had forgotten to put it in his diary and had been required