Dear comrades
I have posted a few of Craw's masterful videos on YouTube for your entertainment, comment and general showing to friends and family (who wont for a minute believe the class of your swings!?).
Bellringer and Lord on the 4th, on different days, I think we both got on or near the green, a sensational hole.
Craw (he hauls off and whacks one...) somewhere on the back nine, cant place it though.
Doc approaching the 9th and putting on 13th, a mere 20 feet of break.
Happy new year to you all
Lord
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Barnbougle 07 pics
Dear comrades, a selection of Craw's pics from Barnbougle are available on picasa
Movie footage available soon, fingers crossed.
Hope you all had a bonza xmas. Been great listening to the cricket the last couple of days.
Lord
Movie footage available soon, fingers crossed.
Hope you all had a bonza xmas. Been great listening to the cricket the last couple of days.
Lord
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Barnbougle 07


Sunday, June 17, 2007
He might be a rampant loony Christian...
...but he is OUR rampant loony Christian!. I say go Badds! Comrades, is this wrong? Should we just fully support Tiger, or another? Perhaps by the time most of you read this (Monday) the trophy will be lofted high, by someone with God on their side (which kind of assumes he [this God bloke/shiela] was 'against' all of the others, doesn't it? That doesn't seem very charitable, 'my faith is stronger than yours, so I win, you lose'. Very George Bush attitude, but let's not go there again) or without.
Was I dreaming this morning when I saw Badds hit an iron into a 600+yd par 5?? What sort of technology allows this? Actually, the more I think about it, perhaps I think it would be better if he came second. Or third. Or was struck by lightning putting for birdie to win on the last.
Best dash, kids gagging to get to the playground, into the cold I depart dear friends.
F
Was I dreaming this morning when I saw Badds hit an iron into a 600+yd par 5?? What sort of technology allows this? Actually, the more I think about it, perhaps I think it would be better if he came second. Or third. Or was struck by lightning putting for birdie to win on the last.
Best dash, kids gagging to get to the playground, into the cold I depart dear friends.
F
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
All hail the champion!
Great news about Muz and victory in the Australian PGA Club Pros Championship! Nice pic too, champ! Happy tonking.
Lord
Lord
Sunday, April 29, 2007
light from the darkness...
The commentary on baggygreen from the WC final is really worth reading, they take the piss completely, inc "The scoreboard and the match referee don't agree on the run rate. Give us an F... give us an A... give us an R... give us a C...etc. And of course that wicket will cause the rate to be adjusted again." Gilly completely brilliant.
Lions good too, 'cept didnt see any of in Oddelaide! Grrr.
Lord
Lions good too, 'cept didnt see any of in Oddelaide! Grrr.
Lord
Monday, April 16, 2007
confess your sin...
Morning comrades, I was cleaning out the shed yesterday and came across Harvey Pennick's little red book which, as you will probably recall, goes to the last place in the PDC. Is anyone prepared to 'fess up to coming last in the 2006 tourney? Let me know and I will bang it in the post to you.
Cheers
Lord
Cheers
Lord
Saturday, March 03, 2007
how often do the helicopters go over?
... so often you wont even notice.
A slightly bastardised line from the Blues Brothers, certainly relevant for this weekend in Adelaide. F*ck me! It has been non-stop noise from the air and the track as the Clipsal 500 invades the parklands near my sleepy suburb (even sleepy by Adelaide standards, which is close to comatose). The cars are a low din. The helicopters every 2 minutes of the day (i am not kidding) are a pain. The F-18 is just stupidly noisy, but quite awesome - draw a straight line from the start / finish straight, which is what the planes follow, and there is our house. Well, actually, that's a lie. It's the neighbours house. Cant imagine you would have much chance getting out of the way of a bomb dropped from 300ft or so - they are out of sight before you know what's happened. It came over 3 times on the weekend smack bang in the middle of the kids' sleep, although somehow didn't wake them up!?
Of course, dear comrades, it wasn't always that I was aghast at the stupidity of motor racing. My trip to the San Marino GP in 1988 (eek!) was a long held dream come true. The great Ayrton Senna won in a McLaren, but died at the same track 6 years later. My most vivid memory was crowd favourite Michele Alboreto stalling his Ferrari before the race started and was relegated to last place. The collective groan (and screams of distress) from 120,000 or so Ferrari-mad Italians might have even drowned the sounds of the Adelaide airshow? And weren't the fashions just so fab!?!
Yes, these were the days of Senna v Prost with Nelson Piquet and Nigel Mansell mere alsorans. Cars still had clutches and gear sticks. McLaren won every race except for Gerhard Berger and Alboreto getting a 1-2 for Ferrari at the Italian GP at Monza. The crowd and nation went wild! Pathetic!
But perhaps not as pathetic as the Reds, it would seem. Dear me. Craw must be going spare and that TV be getting a right talking to, perhaps at a slightly lower volume so as not to wake the Benjamin?
Hope the weekend treated you all well and that any golf scores were worth talking about.
Til next time
Lord
A slightly bastardised line from the Blues Brothers, certainly relevant for this weekend in Adelaide. F*ck me! It has been non-stop noise from the air and the track as the Clipsal 500 invades the parklands near my sleepy suburb (even sleepy by Adelaide standards, which is close to comatose). The cars are a low din. The helicopters every 2 minutes of the day (i am not kidding) are a pain. The F-18 is just stupidly noisy, but quite awesome - draw a straight line from the start / finish straight, which is what the planes follow, and there is our house. Well, actually, that's a lie. It's the neighbours house. Cant imagine you would have much chance getting out of the way of a bomb dropped from 300ft or so - they are out of sight before you know what's happened. It came over 3 times on the weekend smack bang in the middle of the kids' sleep, although somehow didn't wake them up!?

Of course, dear comrades, it wasn't always that I was aghast at the stupidity of motor racing. My trip to the San Marino GP in 1988 (eek!) was a long held dream come true. The great Ayrton Senna won in a McLaren, but died at the same track 6 years later. My most vivid memory was crowd favourite Michele Alboreto stalling his Ferrari before the race started and was relegated to last place. The collective groan (and screams of distress) from 120,000 or so Ferrari-mad Italians might have even drowned the sounds of the Adelaide airshow? And weren't the fashions just so fab!?!

But perhaps not as pathetic as the Reds, it would seem. Dear me. Craw must be going spare and that TV be getting a right talking to, perhaps at a slightly lower volume so as not to wake the Benjamin?
Hope the weekend treated you all well and that any golf scores were worth talking about.
Til next time
Lord
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
media tart
It's official. Our dear ol' mate, John, has finally made the big time by scoring a page 58 scoop in the Courier-Mail. Well done! (although not sure about the black hair - did you get it dyed for the wedding, John?). And I hear he has a month off the piss as well. The world HAS gone mad! Looking forward a visit to Vegas this weekend.
Lord
Lord

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