Slept-tember 2009

[Seafront Plodder]

Sweder is, as usual, far too modest when describing his total annihilation of me in yesterday’s golf. Despite the handicapping system giving me a 10 shot advantage, he slowly wore me down with a combination of straight drives off the tee and monster putting.

I can remember only one hole where he had a nightmare, taking 4 shots to exit a bunker (a feat I managed to copy a while later). Otherwise he played magnificently, deserved his win and this loser is glad to have made it to the final where the better man won.

Our Hon Sec Phil also has to be congratulated and has proven that he can indeed organise a piss up in a brewery. As a poncy lager-drinking softie, the array of real ales on offer obviously got the better of me and I’m still trying to piece together the events of the latter part of last night.

El G will be delighted to learn that I cannot find the shoes I wore last night – assume they’re around the house somewhere but….

Run planned for tomorrow.