22 Dreams (well 3) to Wild Wood

We headed out along Friday Street to Tiverton GC: Mike, Richard and me. Come On/Let's Go, cried Mike as we set off down the 10th, as we always seem to do on a Friday morning. Richard hit the fairway, Mike and I found the Wild Wood. There we searched the Leafy Mysteries until our balls were found and hit into the Wild Blue Yonder. After Richard's second shot, he was Wishing on a Star for a Brand New Start as he had smacked it into the Broken Stones. But after that beginning, Richard was the Changing Man, knocking up four consecutive pars., a triple bogey then another par. He strode along, chest out as if he was in his Peacock Suit.

Sorry, I cannot keep up the Paul Weller references any longer. Richard played well, shooting 87 (8 pars). Mike and I did not play badly, but seemed to revert to the bad old ways of looking for the miracle shots out of the trees. Scores of 100 and 91 respectively were not good.

Unfortunately, a PC crash means no updated handicaps for the moment, but I am hopeful this will be rectified in the coming few days.

Highlight of the round: Richard almost being blackballed from the Club only a week after being admitted. Apparently, greenkeepers don't like being used as targets on the green. If they had watched us play, they would have known that was the safest place to stand - especially the humourless guy by the flag.

And, by the way, the Paul Weller concert in Plymouth last night was great.