Back from the green
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peterbirksAnd so, back from the west of Ireland, and very nice it was too. I've got many photographs and I shall probably inflict them on you when I hook up my laptop, where all said photos currently repose. I'd hoped to sort something out on this trip, but it still remains kind of unresolved, albeit a bit less unresolved than before. Life, as they say, is complicated.
A couple of non-photographed memories.
As we drove through Crossmolina, Co Mayo, on the way to Belmullet, I recalled that Colin Gamble had said that Marie, his wife (nee Cawley), who came from these parts, had an uncle who still drank a couple of pints every night in one of the pubs, at the age of 88. But what was kind of weird was that I saw one shop named Liam Cawley and another along the road called P. Cawley. Clearly there's a lot of Cawleys around Crossmolina.... But you never see the name anywhere else. Perhaps Marie's father was the only one to get away..
As I popped down to SuperValue in Boyle on Tuesday, I parked the car and saw that an old guy was sitting in the rather old and decrepit car next to mine. He was just in the driving seat, staring ahead (those who remember the boyfriend of Elaine's in Seinfeld, who just stared at the back of the plane seat in front of him, will know the kind of look I mean).
Anyhoo, about 15 minutes later I emerged from SuperValue, armed with garlic, cucumber, peppers, mustard, and the standard five bottles of Volvic, and there he still was, still staring ahead.
I had to pop down into the main town to pick up a couple of other things, so I loaded up the provisions in the back seat of the Avensis, and toddled down to the town centre. Twenty minutes later I returned, ready to drive away, and the guy was still there, but now he had been joined by his wife. She, too, was staring ahead.
I wondered if this was their idea of a day out....
Oh well, lots to do. Marvellous tale about Phil Ivey and golf coups is currently doing the rounds.
A couple of non-photographed memories.
As we drove through Crossmolina, Co Mayo, on the way to Belmullet, I recalled that Colin Gamble had said that Marie, his wife (nee Cawley), who came from these parts, had an uncle who still drank a couple of pints every night in one of the pubs, at the age of 88. But what was kind of weird was that I saw one shop named Liam Cawley and another along the road called P. Cawley. Clearly there's a lot of Cawleys around Crossmolina.... But you never see the name anywhere else. Perhaps Marie's father was the only one to get away..
As I popped down to SuperValue in Boyle on Tuesday, I parked the car and saw that an old guy was sitting in the rather old and decrepit car next to mine. He was just in the driving seat, staring ahead (those who remember the boyfriend of Elaine's in Seinfeld, who just stared at the back of the plane seat in front of him, will know the kind of look I mean).
Anyhoo, about 15 minutes later I emerged from SuperValue, armed with garlic, cucumber, peppers, mustard, and the standard five bottles of Volvic, and there he still was, still staring ahead.
I had to pop down into the main town to pick up a couple of other things, so I loaded up the provisions in the back seat of the Avensis, and toddled down to the town centre. Twenty minutes later I returned, ready to drive away, and the guy was still there, but now he had been joined by his wife. She, too, was staring ahead.
I wondered if this was their idea of a day out....
Oh well, lots to do. Marvellous tale about Phil Ivey and golf coups is currently doing the rounds.
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Handicaps
Date: 2007-02-01 01:18 am (UTC)Thanks, btw; I've got down to 45 on nine holes (still appalling), but have never beaten 100 on a full course.
Interesting game, golf.
I used to have a guaranteed 245 yard straight drive (not too surprising when you're my size). A stupendouly bad short game, and average putting. I suppose I could have lost around ten shots by concentrating on the short game, but, well, where's the fun. I mean, it's not like I'm going to make any money out of it, or something.
Odd game, golf. I believe I'll just stick to playing my (shorter) younger brother, pasting it down the fairway, and then complaing about the divots.
Yes, that should just about work.
Re: Handicaps
Date: 2007-02-01 08:35 am (UTC)I realise that it is isn't universally true and that the under-50's do play it, especially in America. I especially enjoy winding up Americans by saying that very few people under 50 in Europe play golf. That way I can mess with their thought that Europe is inherently cooler and imply that we whip them at the Ryder Cup with only a small pool of people to call on.
Re: Handicaps
Date: 2007-02-01 04:17 pm (UTC)PJ
Golf?
Date: 2007-02-01 11:39 am (UTC)-- Jonathan
Lots of Cawleys indeed: here is another
Date: 2007-02-03 01:18 pm (UTC)I keep a blog, too...on my scientific child prodigy son, a Cawley, of course.
I had fun reading your tales.
My blog is at www.scientific-child-prodigy.blogspot.com