THEY SHOOT HORSES DON’T THEY?
Rodger wasn’t at golf last week as he had some surgery on his foreleg. lucky for him he’s not a horse as the result would have been drastically different with him ending up at the knackery. However to redeem himself he has offered to do the cooking next Saturday. Lets just hope the meat isn’t horse.
SPEAKING OF HORSES…….
The Stewards are asking for a swab and urine sample from one Ken Grist before he is allowed into the starting gates next week. Not only is he leading in the Fred Kitson Memorial, he also took out B grade inside along with the money hole nearest the pin. the only thing he didn’t win with our club was the ball hole which was won by the Grey Nomad (The archbishop) Just the same Ken was bemoaning the fact that he didn’t win the NTP inside. The share market is taking its toll. First Allan and now Ken.
OVERHEARD ON THE FOURTH……..
Not only do we have to be crapped on, we also have to babysit ( or words to that effect ). We won’t publish his name here but his initials start with Damian Lee.
JUST A THOUGHT
Golf is a game where a tiny ball rests on an extremely humungous ball. The object being to hit the tiny without hitting the huge ball.
Until next time,
W.GAF