You might wonder what this clown has to do with golf – well, nothing but an interesting story below………….
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Just a basic stableford this week with 56 players. Some good scores, especially in the first division. Daniel Don played to his handicap with 36 points and was 12th! I wasn’t there but the course must be recovering well.
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1st division
1st Bjorn Spieler (11.8)……………………………..40pts
2nd Rune Wingsternes (13.4)…………………….38pts (on countback)
3rd Jan Skjold (12.6)…………………………………..38pts (on countback)
A clean sweep for the Norwegians!
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2nd division
1st Dave Rollett (18.4)……………………………..39pts (on countback)
2nd Bernard West (15.0)…………………………..39pts
3rd Ray Rollett (20.1)………………………………..34pts
Another clean sweep but for the English!
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The presentation also included 16 year old Megan Williams who finished 2nd on Wednesday, but unfortunately could not take money as a junior, but received an alternative prize.
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Dave Rollett can thank a little bunny for his victory – his drive on the 2nd was heading for the cabbage until it hit the little furry thing and bounced back into a playable lie, allowing him to score the one point which made the difference! Another great shot on the 2nd saw Bjorn Spieler hole his 2nd shot from 174 metres – surely the shot of the day!
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.Bjorn deservedly won division one………
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Dave has had a golfing hip fitted – it seems to work!
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Looks like Phil has got the prize – no, it’s Megan!
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And here is the story about the clown………..
.My chuckle brother Barry Answer came over to Spain for just 4 days,especially to join in my 73rd birthday celebrations – we were the same age for 10 days, but I had to move on unfortunately. I chose 2 nights in Benidorm over a round of bad golf, and thought I had a good deal with parking in the owner’s garage space for 20 euros.
We arrived in the old town with no idea where the garage was, and the what’s app message from Sylvia didn’t come through (no Wi-Fi!), so parked illegally while I rang her. She arrived and got in with us to take us on a 5 minute detour through the roadworks to the tiny garage entrance which was only 100 yards from where we set off. An electronic device opened the door and down, down, down into the bowels of the earth we went. After a honeycomb of tight bends and 3 point turns we found a tiny space. Car parked we needed 3 trips for the 5 of us in a tiny medieval lift with walls covered in cardboard to get out. To make matters worse the owner told us that they were going on a mediterranean cruise the next day and could not help me get out!
Well, the time came to go home and dreading the experience we left the girls stood on a corner with all the bags (yes they looked like bag ladies!). No problem opening the garage door with the device and then the came the exploration down into the dark. I removed the car from the tight parking space OK (good job I reversed in or I would still be there), and then Barry walked up in front of the car like someone from the early 1900’s. Without him telling me how far away from the wall I was on some of the bends I would still be there. Finally I was positioned in front of the up-and-over exit door and thought we were safe – but no! The device would not open the door from the inside, and after several attempts we had visions of someone opening the door in a couple of weeks and finding two skeletons staring out (we left the cool box and food with the girls) .
Barry left me panicking and went back down into the darkness to find a way out (the lift needed a control which we didn’t have). I thought I would die alone. Barry knocked on a couple of doors without reply but found one door which actually opened onto some steps leading out – then 5 minutes later the door opened to daylight! The control would work on the outside but not the inside!
Finally out we picked our way through the detours to the girls (no customers!) and again had to park illegally in front of the main taxi rank. Then Barry had to take the garage key back to the apartment while we loaded up. While he was away I could not believe it when a clown parked right in front of us blocking us in, and got out to pose for photos with any passing group. I thought the police would arrive and lock us up in some dreaded Spanish jail, but I would have chosen that over where we had just escaped from!
And that is the story of how we came to meet the clown………………………
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Next week is a 4 person texas scramble.
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