An approximation
Now here’s the thing. I have recently taken up a rough approximation to golf. The resemblance is based upon using clubs, golf balls and a nine-hole course nearby. I had last played about 25 years ago. And I was crap then. And I’m crap now.
Mrs H was speaking to a friend recently and, under interrogation, she admitted that I had taken up golf. A keen and competitive golfer, Sarah asked if I was taking lessons.
“No!” replied Mrs H, “his mates are teaching him.”
“Well he’ll never be any good then!” exclaimed Sarah.
But Sarah couldn’t understand me...
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
I called her Sarah to protect the innocent... and because it’s her name.
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Christopher over 5 years ago
Haha. I'm no good at golf. My swing looks like I'm chopping wood. And anyway, I'm more like Rodney Dangerfield on a golf course than Ted Knight (much to the chagrin of the other posh golfers around me). If you ever hear some idiot on the course yelling out lines from "Caddyshack," look around because it's probably me!
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Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
Now then Drew. Do I know which team you support I wonder? [interrogates memory] No, I don’t think I do! I’m a very part time supporter of City... Norwich City of course... but if offered the chance of a pint in my local instead of watching the footy, then my interest in City wanes....
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Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
Does that last reveal suggest a Welsh connection/heritage?
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Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
Chelsea?... I can’t help guessing that your neck of the woods might be west or south west London, ‘cos no-one from the east would dare support anyone else other than West Ham, or, if really brave, Millwall.
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Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
Hear, hear re Millwall. The most scary supporters I ever had the misfortune to come across at Carrow Road. On the other hand, I was once physically lifted up by my lapels by a Leicester supporter who was standing next to me. Leicester were one-nil up with 5 minutes to the whistle. Naively, I shouted, “Come you on Ci’ee, you can still do it!” His message to the me hanging in front of him was “Says ooo?” in his best Leicester accent. We lost, so I survived! Phew!!
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Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
Scary!!! I would have crapped meself good and proper!
