out of the shack and back on track

As I left the house this morning and made my way to
the station I was aware of a force 3 gale affecting my
styled mullet. Not to worry I thought I have been booked
for a days work....a rare treat at this time of year. British
Rail of course made the journey tense and tiresome. At one
point during the journey I became consumed by train rage
and was on the point of kicking the drivers door in to persuade
him to drive faster. I arrived sweaty late and highly harassed.
The boss said I should caddie for a guy called Ralph....I
immediately thought of Ralph and Herbie made famous by
Cheech and Chong....and wondered if the guy would respond to
firm instructions. He was a very small man and seemed nervous
about having a hippie as a golf companion. I was just happy about being
back out on the Old course. My caddie companion for the day was James
" Twiglet " so called because he has to run around in the shower to get wet.
A gobby young man but good company and over the years I have sussed that
if you ignore his rudeness he warms to you. The standard of golf was shite
to very shite...wind left to right.....but between us we managed to find a few
balls and I told a few tired anecdotes that seemed to amuse them.
It was dry out there and bursting with Autumn colours....my favourite
tree Eric sends his regards......and I was glad to be moving. Four days in the shack
is hard to bear especially if you are as bad at playing cards as I am. But hey
cheer up on Saturday we have 75 mile an hour winds to deal with.....yiiiihhhhaaa!
There will be some mystery clubs given on Saturday............you can be sure
of that. There is almost nothing as funny or pleasureable as to see one of you
fellow caddies give a wrong club on a par 3 and then witness the ball sailing
over the green....it is called an "airmail " in caddie patois. There you are you
can even learn a new language reading this blog.
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