Idle Thoughts

So I won’t bore you with my thoughts on the rugger. The final on Saturday will speak for itself and I shall certainly be watching the game. As I thought the South Africans have got the blonde bombshell chappy back in the starting line-up. He is always good value to watch though. Wonderful hair. In fact I would say game-changing hair.

Now, I started talking to a chap yesterday who was in Taste and wearing a Carnegie Club top. I asked him about my old schoolmate Dave Thompson who had been the pro up at Skibo Castle for decades. And it turns out that Dave has just retired and is off to live in Spain.

Dave landed a brilliant position there after a brief foray into the professional ranks. He was top qualifier on the European Tour back in the day and had one full season out there with the big boys. He hardly made a cut, lost a tonne load of money into the bargain and got divorced too.

Dave is a character. He was an amazing all round sportsman. A fine full-back for Stewarts Melville and an awesome fast bowler. Oh those were the days! What an outfit we were. Rarely beaten, we shone brightly on sunny afternoons down at Ferryfield when life was one eternal dewy spring morn.

But let’s get off the sentimental bandwagon. There’s work to be done.

I’m 61 now. Gosh. Where did all that time go what?

All sped by rather. And here is me just starting off too, while all my friends sail off into the idyl of retirement.

But I have work to do. A new venture is on the horizon. Carpe diem and all that.

Watch this space.

Fare forward passengers.

Rumblings at the St Andrews Club

Our captain and vice-captain have just resigned with only one month of their office left over.

Intriguing what?

An EGM has been called and the town is abuzz with gossip as to what’s going on. People are holding impromptu meetings down at the New Club and everyone is really in a bit of a fair tizz over this.

So I shall be getting a front row seat at the EGM to hear the story.

Of course we don’t have this issue at my club Mortonhall in Edinburgh as we no longer really have any committee of any sort, as it was thought wise a few years back to run the club more like a serious business with a serious CEO, who is getting paid serious lucre by all accounts. This has now all gone a bit flat though as members are feeling divorced from the running of their beloved club. And they have a point as the greens are over-done to death, the bar prices are extortionate, the food is dull and expensive, a cheap pool table has now taken pride of place in the bar, the comfy leather armchairs have disparu, the CEO won’t put claret on the wine list nor answer emails thereof and they have destroyed the natural beauty of the entrance by putting a hideous fence around the putting green. I know not why?

Anyway, what a rugby match we had with New Zealand taking on Ireland in the quarter finals of the World Cup. You had to really feel for Ireland at the close as a rolling maul in the final moments actually got over the line but was incredibly held up. Somehow. I know not how. Poor Johnny Sexton looked gutted to the core and no wonder. It’s probably his last game for Ireland after an amazing career.

But it’s only a game. As is goff of course.

But what is happening down at the St Andrews Club? A vote of no confidence is a serious matter.

Back at the butchers

As I said its always good for the old soul to pop into the butchers shop in Bruntsfield that is Wm Christie and Son.

Because Angus is a laugh and indeed his brother Bob is a laugh and further, Jody, Angus’s new wife from Toronto city is a laugh too. So that’s a guaranteed 3 laughs on a good day if they all pitch up. Which is more than you’ll get than going to a Frank Skinner comedy show and twenty eight bucks cheaper.

And of course you never quite know who will pop in. Yesterday, there was a rather dapper chappy in a kilt who I kind of recognised. He was quite obviously a tour guide as he had his badge on. So my starter for ten was ‘are you a blue badge?’ To which he replied ‘yes how do you know?’ To which I rather stated that he was indeed wearing his STGA blue badge.

But this was veritably the tour guide chap Joe, who does a lot of you tube videos with his buddy and is doing rather well by all accounts, as they have now chalked up a hundred and twenty videos.

But what fun he is. And doing pretty buoyantly as well it appears, as he has a group of seventy clients for a week who are staying in the Waldorf nonetheless.

I explained that I hadn’t made the grade as a blue badge guide and was soldiering on doing my own little thing.

And yesterday I did just that. I had four lovely americans from Seattle who I escorted around a damp Edinburgh. It was a lovely day all told.

Unfortunately I have not been given a bag for the Dunhill this week though. A bit of a shame. But I was glad to see my pal John had picked up Catherine Zeta Jones. Or more correctly he has bagged Catherine Zeta Jones. No maybe that’s not quite the way to put it. But you get my drift. He has got her bag (golf bag).

But John Crawford deserves that as he is a very decent guy. He told me that he actually played in the Dunhill one year as they used to give a slot for one chap from Leuchars Station. He got a friend to caddie for him and said forget the goff, his job was to make sure that he made the most of the gratuitous hospitality that is lavishly laid on throughout the week. He wanted to be the last man standing at each night’s bash.

Now there is a man I can relate to.

But oh my goodness, Matt Wallace the personality-challenged golfer has just walked into Taste as I write this!

And the day had started off so very swimmingly. I have even got a shout of a job in Luvians Wine shop after a wee chat with Quintin who said they were looking for someone.

Taste really is an excellent place.