Fare thee well John Wayne theres nothing more to say (The Pogues )

Well...back to the grindstone. I am booked
to caddy for the great Theodore Phunnell, wit,
raconteur and shot inventor on the morrow. It
has been about two weeks now since I skipped
round the Dale. Quite looking forward to it. By all
accounts he is in good form as he shot 76 last time
out so thats only 6 over par. He always seems to
shoot a good round when I am not there. An
unfortunate and puzzling coincidence !
Last time I caddied for him I asked him for a raise.
His subsequent wobbly mentioned Xmas and birthday
bonuses, and a new pair of golf shoes imminent. Ill leave
it a couple of weeks before I ask him again. Dont want
to irritate his combustible blood pressure. It doesnt
take a lot to get his gander up. He has been under a lot
of pressure at work as I understand it.
He once described me in an interview in the Telegraph
as his most unjustifiable expense. I was just happy to get
my name in the Telegraph. Simple things.
Whatever happens it is always thoroughly entertaining
especially if he is in story telling mode. I have rarely heard
funnier stories....and his wit is frighteningly bright. The fact
that I get blamed for every bad shot out there is of no
consequence.....water off a ducks back. But often the craic
out there is largely determined by his playing partners. Lets
hope we get the right ones tomorrow. I love Mungo Gruntos
company but he hates fourballs.
Que sera....sera...
Back on track......FORE!