Golf wind-up shocker

I don’t know what it is, but whenever I play friendly golf with my pals, especially when Mr Surrey is involved, there seems to be an orchestrated attempt to put me off my game. They don’t like me winning, perhaps because I am insufferable in victory but sulky in defeat.

The Golf yesterday at Opio Valbonne was great fun, and of course when I win, which due to my superior ability, certainly when playing with Mr Surrey, the wing co and Paul Thornton Allan, is always the case in real terms,  I am often denied victory due to the idiosyncrasies of the handicap system. Add to this any number of deliberate attempts by all the others to wind me up, and between them giving each other  putts of up to 8 feet, forgetting to count all their own shots whilst at the same time trying to add un played shots to my score, and you have a recipe to wind me up.

He knows his antics get to me, this is of course why they do it, I know they are doing it, they know I know, but it still winds me up. Lunch was taken afterwards on the sunny terrace whilst the wash out of the Ryder Cup first day is discussed.

Particularly good at this wind up, and that one that enjoys it the most is Mr Surrey. I think he is bitter because, as I write this he is already back in the UK experiencing the autumnal elements, whilst we are still basking in summer warmth.

We meet Peter Bennett of Blue Water at the golf course, who is taking a well-earned days break from the madness of the yachting world as represented by the Monaco Yacht Show which finished last week. He begs me to write more articles for him and I accept. One must help out where one can, plus there is money in it!

Recently I was taken to task for being rude about my mother country, as I am often rude about many aspects, especially the weather. But many aspects of England make me angry, and complaining about it gives me a kind of release. I want England to be what it was and should be, but Jeremy Clark son has it right, political correctness, jealousy of success and the slavish interpretation of all European regulations together with Health and Safety legislation, the so called nanny state, makes it impossible for me to consider living back there at present, or I suspect ever.

Today I will be at St Donat for the Riviera Times Golf Cup. St Donat is a great little course and tomorrow should be fun, but of course it should not be forgotten that the only reason I will be there is because of work. There will be many ex pats playing, many of whom will still be suffering a 3% or more hit by their banks when sending money down here to live. I just feel that as I know how easy it is to avoid these excessive costs,  it is my duty to pass this knowledge on to the unfortunates whom have not yet seen the light that can be provided by Currencies Direct.