It’s very near the end of my tour guiding season and again what a season it has been. I really can’t believe sometimes how lucky I am to be able to meet such wonderful, wonderful people from around the world. I finally landed on my feet after my chequered career.

It may be interesting to some folks to hear about my chequered career. So hang on folks here we go!

I was never academic. As a kid I was a bit of a dreamer and I was naturally good at sports. I played on the first rugby team and cricket team and was good enough to win my junior golf championship and I could run a half marathon in 1 hour 26, ski well etc

But I hugely lacked confidence and was shy and a dreamer and I was in the very bottom of my class throughout junior school. So it was a huge surprise to everyone when I got into St Andrews University in 1979 to study maths and physics in my first year. That is still a huge surprise to me to be honest. However I was far too green for all this and had no world experience and I didn’t make the most of this opportunity by a country mile.

I really often wonder what I would have done hadn’t I gone to St Andrews then. It would have been a whole different story.

I probably should have followed my instincts after St Andrews as I went to Val D’Isere as a ski guide and had the time of my life. But I didn’t know my mind and I didn’t think things through. I went to London and had miserable years trying to pass exams to become a chartered accountant and get a career in finance. Of course I failed. My heart wasn’t in it.

I then went back to Edinburgh and got a job in administration in an investment house and had a lot of fun but was never an investment administration type of guy. I chucked it after 2 years and headed back to the Alps and Val D’Isere to work as a rep for a season. I had great fun but eventually got sacked for not following protocol enough.

Back to Edinburgh in my thirties I floated around for years job gardening and began ski teaching at the local dry slope. I was happier doing this. One summer I spent in Marbella working for Club Med teaching golf which was superb. I taught beginners in my limited french and so if you ever do come across a french person with a wacky golf technique you could always proffer Marbella, Club Med, Keith?

Anyway I then started a flower business and built it for 14 years and the offshoot of this was that I started a cafe in an adjoining shop which morphed into a Sicilian restaurant which I tried to run but it lasted nearly 4 months as we didn’t know what we were doing. It was a disaster and I licked my wounds and headed to St Andrews to caddie.

I caddied for a good few years (now in my early fifties!) and did a bit of writing and worked in the Fairmont as a concierge which led onto the food tours and where I am today. And the tours are going swimmingly. I seem to be able to do this. Albeit I have had to do a rather intense crash course in Scottish and British history.

But as everyone who knows me I have always had a problem with alcohol and I am still battling it ongoing if I am honest.

The essence of it all I think is the issue that every single person in my situation will have at times. They will have ongoing urges and this will indeed last throughout their future lives (I know a remarkable guy who stopped for 19 years and then got drunk once and has been off it for 22 years now!). The basic fact is that there will come about times and situations when one is tempted and that is THE huge precipice.

It is the lucky ones who are on the edge of that precipice and know they have to do something for sure. But these lucky ones know and make the decision that that one thing is not to drink. And do something other than drink. But they are the lucky ones

I met Bart and Katharine and Geoff and Raylin for an Edinburgh tour last week in the foyer of the Virgin Hotel and we all struck it off somewhat from the start. They are on a tour of Scotland taking in the delights of the country and getting up to all sorts of stuff such as falconry, sheep herding (herding), my Old Toun tour and afternoon tea in an author’s house in Heriot Row (more of later).

Geoff was a big guy in Macy’s and Bart a dental surgeon, Katharine an emergency nurse and Raylin something in sweets. But what a charming and fun foursome. And it transpired that they were golfers too and were booked into the Old Course Hotel a few days later. So we arranged to hook up.

I had mentioned to Bart that I was having implant surgery in a couple of days and he was very interested indeed. He is big in implants, in fact massive. So I thought he would love to meet my incredible dentist, Amanda, and come to visit the Gentle Dental Practice in St Andrews. And he was more than enthusiastic, in fact I would see he was very, very keen. So I duly arranged a meeting, after hours, to meet Amanda, and Chris the owner. I think they must have googled Bart Silverman, as he is no average dental implant surgeon! Like Gentle Dental is no average dental practice.

Anyhow the slight issue was that they were playing on the Jubilee at 12 and it was going to be tight. Also I had a 4pm tee-time on the Old with 2 friends and I was committed to starting at least. So I had to just play the first three of the Old and then hoof it across the 18th of the New to meet them off the Jubilee, to jump into a taxi which I had phoned while hoofing it across the 18th of the New, to get up to Gentle Dental just in time. Such is an average day in the life of a tour guide.

The meeting was a massive success. Bart was fascinated to see the Gentle set-up and meet the also very impressive Amanda and Chris, albeit Amanda was slightly wrong footed when Bart suggested we should just do my op then and there! And I think he was serious too! This is a man after my own heart.

Anyway we then had a lovely dinner at Tailend and had many laughs. They regaled about their afternoon tea at the author’s house in Edinburgh which transpired to be the Robert Louis Stevenson house on Heriot Row, now owned by Johnnie and Felicitas McPhie. Interestingly I know them from way back through my connection with Donald Galbraith, with whom I set up Highlander Golf 20 years ago and who I played with on the golf team at St Andrews University. The halcyon days indeed.

Unfortunately though, Johnnie has apparently not upped his repertoire overly and continues to be excessively verbose and still verges on inducing likely and probable death through his awfully boring chat. I do remember listening to him for about half an hour once and it was most painful. Geoff kind of agreed and when I asked him how long it lasted he said ‘2 hours and 2 hours too long’. Enough said. Poor Johnnie, he just can’t read the room. But I suppose some people are just incredibly dull. And that is an awful affliction.

They were talking about the equally interesting character of Felicitas. One thing was that she addressed Johnnie (her hubby) as Mr McPhie which is really quite incredibly strange. And I really don’t know what to think about that. Apart from thinking that it wouldn’t happen in downtown Niddrie or MacMerry. And essentially that it’s an awfully strange way to address your betrothed, unless I suppose you are acting in some Edwardian period drama. But this is 2026.

Anyway Felicitas apart from calling Johnnie, Mr McPhie, told the party that she was taking in 4 festival shows that day and that she was a member of The Really Terrible Orchestra. And much to the surprise of everyone I exclaimed that I had once been a member of The Really Terrible Orchestra, 2nd strings violin !! Geoff at that point gave me quite an incredulous look. But it’s all true folks, even though I took the really terrible to really very terrible levels.

So as I said the tours are going swimmingly. I have picked up a few new clients this year and now do the Edinburgh Castle too. I must be doing something right.

I have been very lucky in this though and if I hadn’t met lovely Blue Badge guide Johnnie in the Fairmont that day or Martin on the number 11 bus going to play golf one morning in Edinburgh, then I really don’t think I would be in the extremely fortunate and privileged position I am in today.

Fare forward passengers.

Well I am up and having a coffee and a wee bit of chilli cheese and have a few hours at hand so, and ergo, here we go.

This could be an oh so random post by the way, kind of Kurt Vonnegut style and go with the flow stuff. I have been musing over the title of a book which is germinating in my head and it’s called ‘I am Callen Duck’. It’s an odd title indeed for sure and you would have to know about the specific circumstances that lead to it and indeed know Callen Duck but that’s not going to happen so I will leave you in suspense until you buy a copy at my Edinburgh Festival book signing.

But oh what a pace this summer has sped? One moment the stirrings of spring and then a few budding roses and now the intimations of the fall. Time is a strange old fish. And I am one also I suppose. But I am now allowed to be as I slip into the tidings of old age. Toad as I maybe.

I have had great fun tour guiding this year and again am meeting the most wonderful people week in week out. It’s a blessing.

Today I add another string to my bow by commencing my first Edinburgh castle tour with Castle Tours run by Alistair who is a top chap. An alumni of Moray House we have a few things in common with the old teaching background and the tours obviously. Will be interesting to see how this goes but hopefully it will give me some work over the winter which would be a bonus.

Meanwhile I am growing ever more fond of St Andrews and it’s the people that are making it a lot for me. It’s such a small friendly place and it’s buzzing as always. I hung out in Taste yesterday on a rare day off and met Scottie the awesome Kiwi guy who is great value and then I chatted to Yan the owner, who is a splendid and very decent chap. I walked up town after and saw and talked to Dean Banks proudly holding the floor at Amber his new St Andrews restaurant on South Street. It looks amazing and I think will do very well in the location. Later I bumped into his awesome right hand man Rory who runs the show. After that I went for a swim in the sea at Castle Sands and chatted to the effervescent Poppy, the very fun Greek lady Gatty researcher (seals I think like Mr Duck) who is a Taste afficiando like me. It’s all great fun and there is such energy in this wee toun. So many cool people

But keep positive everyone. Good people stick together and we will prevail. Be nice, smile, be a bit silly at times, take a wee risk, wave at a dog, be sober mostly, enjoy your health and try not to 3 putt or duff your chips or hit your drive into a bush.

I am often asked by my clients which course I like best in St Andrews. It’s usually quite a hard one and I usually qualify by saying of course we have the Old. And that is still true because of course the Old Lady is the Old Lady and will always be. It’s what St Andrews and the mecca and pilgrimage here is fundamentally about. But….

This year the St Andrews Links Trust took over the Craigtoun Course on the southern outskirts of the town on the pine-laden heathland rising above the spires and the sea and the magic that is the ancient town of St Andrews. And wow what a gem of a place it is.

It is now categorically my go-to course in St Andrews. It’s heaven. The beauty of the surrounds are exceptional. It’s a piece of God’s country in the Kingdom. It’s paradise and a golfing wonder.

The clubhouse sits handsomely with views over the town and nestled above the fir-strewn fairways. If this was in California it would be a very-high end country club. It is exquisite. It is faultless.

We had lunch yesterday courtesy of the very impressive manager, Ayden Robert-Jones, who invited me up after I was a bit critical of my first visit when it was teething. He was unbelievably professional and courteous and I must say that I have never had a customer services experience like this. Again wow. And thank you Ayden and team. The food was excellent, a very tasty burger and fresh and succulent St Monans fish and chips. Also the staff were so friendly and professional. This is going to be the crowning glory of the St Andrews golfing experience may I say.

The course again is superb with so many wonderfully designed holes (Peter Thomson the 5 times Open champion was the original architect). A challenge yes but inspired and so pretty.

So watch this space. The St Andrews Links Trust has pulled off a complete masterstroke here in negotiating the lease of the Craigtoun Course off the Old Course Hotel and now putting it firmly on the map.

Rush to put it on your itinerary .

I have had an extraordinary week with a golf group of 27 Indians from Bangalore. The men were all ex-military and avid golfers and their wives were here for the sights and the crack. And boy we had some crack.

I accompanied the ladies for the week and we had 4 days away visiting the East Neuk, Falkland Palace, Edinburgh Castle and Pitlochry.

What can I say after spending such time with these most entertaining women? For one thing Wow! they are great fun. They can be direct of course and to the point but they have such big hearts and are such a tonic to be around to be honest. I loved their quick easy humour and their big smiles. They have a quiet confidence and seem so content in their own skins. They didn’t need alcohol socially. In fact I think it would have clouded their humour. That was a massive and most poignant insight for me. I will take that away.

Anyway, the week culminated in the Jahangar in St Andrews on Friday evening with a celebratory dinner and prize giving. I ended up giving the whole of the restaurant a recitation of Tam O’Shanter which was a first for me and I am pretty sure a first for the Jahangar restaurant too. I think I just got away with it with the owner and 2 older gentlemen who definitely didn’t appreciate it at the outset but I think warmed.

Anyway, I will have such fond memories of this group from Bangalore which has left me highly curious about Indian culture and the Eastern way.

Put it like this. I shall be commencing my Pranayama yoga this week. T1

Not literally actually because I don’t think she plays cricket and besides I think she passed, but I was bowled over by her role in The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie which I watched this week. Her performance is extraordinary and so is the film and the wit of Muriel Spark, which I hadn’t quite realised. What a wonderful wit. Would that I could have met her.

Anyway that’s about as random a start to a golf blog that you could get right? So let’s get onto the footy now. The World Cup is warming up like the UK weather and my golf sometimes. Scotland play Brazil tonight and this as we know could go anywhere. Such is Scottish football. If anything we know that the Tartan Army will win.

Now I am going to start my rant at the authorities who are in charge of making the decisions about the Old Course.

Of course we all remember the patio disaster in front of the Swilcan Bridge a couple of years back. So this doesn’t exactly inspire one with the judgement of the decision makers in charge of the Old Lady right?

So this year they have added a few extra bunkers, the most significant being the 2 large ones down 16 in order to deter the pros hitting down the 3rd hole. Except I don’t think it will as they can just lay short of them still. One single deep pot bunker somewhere 50 yards in front of these would have been far more effective in my opinion and been easier to do. Bunkered magazine thought so too as they posted my letter and I won a bottle of whisky for it. Whey hey!

But now to my latest gripe. This year they have tarmacked the road behind the 17th. This is ok in theory but it is pretty concave and the ball is sometimes rolling into the grass verge and leaving an almost unplayable lie. I say ”sometimes’ but for example it happened 2 times out of the 3 matches of the St Andrews Golf Club Championship Finals on Friday night! My point is made.

It could have been the deciding factor in the 1st division final had not the ultimate winner, who did look more than unhappy with his lie, not rather fluke a putt off the bank up to about 6 feet from the pin. This could so easily have ended differently. I would hate to see the reaction of a McIlroy or a Scheffler at finding themselves in such a lie courtesy of Tarmac.

So if I can bring this issue on the Road Hole to the attention of those in charge of the Old Course then I will be most satisfied. I will start by penning a letter to Bunkered and hopefully win another bottle of usqua’bae. But please please not another Glen Moray.

My golf by the way is on the verge of a huge sea change. As I said before I can’t fully explain it at the moment. It’s too big. Too valuable. It’s a combo of Nelly Korda, Miguel Angel and that Bobby Jones chappy. Keep it steep and deep.

Fare forward passengers.

Yes I am having a bit of a blast on the old food tours this week as I am doing five! In fact it’s a veritable Tomahawk but I will come to that.

On Sunday I unusually had a mid-day food tour and I had four great guys from Chicago and we had many laughs. Many laughs were indeed followed on Monday evening when Leo and his crew from Dublin turned up and I would say the crack was tip-top.

It’s really amazing how small the world is though. We were standing on the Rusacks balcony and Leo was telling me how he lives in the Algarve now and that he is a member of Quinta do Logo. We were talking about the Royal and Ancient Golf Club and he said there was a member of his club who was Scottish and was also a member of the Royal and Ancient and his name was Keith something. Well not exactly ‘Keith something’ it’s just that he couldn’t recall his surname obviously and I ventured ‘Keith McCall’ who I knew was a member of the R@A and who I had grown up with playing golf at my club in Edinburgh, Mortonhall. And low and behold it was him ! Anyway what was even more amazing was that I had been playing golf at Mortonhall that very morning in a match against John Christie (yes I had got up at 3.50am to go and play golf in Edinburgh at 8am!) and somehow Keith McCall had come into our conversation which is really very strange because Keith left Mortonhall to go down to Gullane about 20 years ago!

Now what was also a bit spookily coincidental is that during my game at Mortonhall with John, we were having a good old chin-wag about things golf and he is a bit of a history-buff and he mentioned he had been reading Tommy’s Honour. And he talked about the old rivalry between Tom Morris and Willie Park and their great match which culminated at Musselburgh and ended in a dramatic law suit. Anyway John was surprised that I knew quite a lot about that infamous match and I did, but only because on my bus journey into Edinburgh that very morning I had been reading about the famous Chambers brothers (as one does!) and I got onto reading about William’s son Robert who was a very good amateur golfer and who had indeed won the first Grand Championship at St Andrews in 1858. Anyway to cut a very long story short, Robert Chambers Jnr had been the referee in this great match down at Musselburgh which ended in the said acrimonious law suit, which interestingly resulted in being declared void (they had been playing for quite a lot of money).

Anyhow what was I saying?

Yes these Dublin chaps were excellent fun and we had a great evening of it. The two McCarthy brothers and Leo’s brother-in -law Robin, I think?, who was a great AI guy and had a very nice disposition. As they all did actually. We really had a blast. And watch out for young Aingus McCarthy who at 22 is playing for Ireland as hooker.

And then last night I met Steve and his two sons, John and sorry I forgot the other nice chaps name. But anyhow we got on immediately. Steve was a bit of a big tease as we say here. It started at the off when I asked if everyone was ok with fish as that was the main food of the evening and Steve immediately declared that he was a big steak man. Slightly wrong-footed I declared that they had burgers and he immediately dropped a wry smile.

Anyway things couldn’t have gone better, we had a lovely drink overlooking the Old Course in the less than perfect weather but it didn’t matter. We were having a very good chatter. On the way out we walked past the kitchen and the steak displays and Steve mentioned how good these Tomahawks looked and I knew we were in for a night of Tomahawk madness. The poor waitress in Forgans who obviously didn’t get the in-joke really wondered about my consistent demands for a Tomahawk and Mark, the colourful and most flamboyant manager of Tailend, was rather tested on the Tomahawk front too. ‘Keith you really are not funny’ he exasperatingly exclaimed. Which is probably quite true but I’m bloody stubborn like Steve. And when I smell a steak I give it the full Tomahawk.

And it appears that Steve does too!

Anyway such fun lovely people. And I hope to see them all again and we can go for a …

Well you know what.

Fare forward passengers.

Yes at the moment I am having a damn good blast of it. And I mean that in a very positive sense. Things are tip-top.

My golf is undoubtedly at the fore at the moment. I am smashing it and am veritably on a very hot stretch. I have qualified for the MCBA championship and the Shanghai Shield, won a medal, had top 4 finishes in every competition this year and am playing the best gowf of my life. And it’s come about remarkably quickly. And long may it continue. As I said before this has been hard earned.

My tours are going so well too. I am just meeting the most wonderful people every week who are nearly always such fun and so inspiring. Last week on my food tour I had 8 laid back guys from St Louis and we had a great night of laughs and bonhomie. I am playing with two of them on the Old Course tonight. In fact I may also be playing with them at midday on the Jubilee but I will have to consider this because as McDiarmid gloriously said in A Drunk Man Looks at a Thistle ‘… and I’m no juist as bauld as aince I wes and the shekel is nay say souple, the thrapple grows deef and dour…’ (wee postscript: I did play on the Jubilee with them and rather felt it all afterwards. Two rounds in a day is a bit too much now! I am definitely nay juist as bauld as I aince I wes)

But anyway at one month short of being 64 years old I am beginning to settle down to a fair old gig. I have made more than my share of mistakes and ruffled more than a few feathers along the way. But who wants a smooth ride anyway? I mean look what that did to that poor old Prince Andrew Mountbatten Windsor Royal Dodgy chappy. Goodness me.

Anyhow, sea swimming beckons this week as tidal pool lover, aka the wall street caddie, pitches up in town on Thursday and he’s a nightly dipper. And I dare say I will be joining him.

So take care everyone. Be good, be happy, take your time over short putts, stand tall, eat well, drink moderately, wave at the odd dog, feed garden birds, smell the flowers and the furze, sometimes be a bit crazy and randomly exclaim ‘latte’ very volubly, keep your head down and always shout ‘fore’ vociferously if your ball is heading waywards. Otherwise you may be at the wrong end of a caddie’s wrath.

And one certainly doesn’t want that does one.

Up the Hearts and fare forward passengers.

Ok this is a bit insane but I have just got up on a Saturday morning and it’s 3.10 am. The students are just coming home after their parties and I’m now having a coffee writing this blog. The problem is that I set my alarm for 4am and if I set my alarm for 4am then I will wake up earlier. But he ho.

However, the reason I set my alarm that early on a Saturday morning is that I am travelling down to Edinburgh for our MCBA Spring Meeting at Gullane, the first Major of the season for our whacky wee club the MCBA. We are due to tee-off at 10am down in beautiful East Lothian and the weather promises to be fair (not that I necessarily trust the Scottish weather forecast or weather forecasters per se even though I thought Francis was a pretty cool dude as a kid and indeed Michael Fish too, well actually I thought he was a really good old fish if I am entirely honest)

Anyway that’s the programme for today folks. Yesterday I was down at Mortonhall playing my singles tie and it was beautiful and sunny and the sweet smelling furze was ablaze in yellow fire and the sky was blue and occasional wafts of wild garlic oozed out of the musky woods and a pheasant idled around the 8th green and two deer danced down the 12th fairway. But I am being too poetical. I won by 2 and 1.

I played a mixed bag but I probably hit two of the best golf shots of my life and I am being serious here (not that I didn’t win 2 and 1 btw) Firstly a recovery shot up and through a steep grassy bank under a hawthorn tree where I rolled it close and then a low 3 iron draw, Tiger Woods style (pre car crashes), bending it under a cherry tree and over 200 yards to the front apron of the 13th green and I maintain that if it hadn’t hit a tiny bit of full blown blossom then it would have been mightily close and that bit of blossom would still be full blown. I think that was the match winner though. Certainly in my head. It was worthy of Augusta coverage and would have had Peter Allis waxing quite lyrical I suggest, especially the exploding cherry blossom bit.

Anyway , as ever, I am still tinkering with the old swing and have just looked at a video of myself from last week out on the course where I appeared to be a bit too cramped I’m afraid. The arms weren’t hanging Errnie like and I was a bit too steep. Anyhow I will take that on board when I hit the practice range in 5 hours time. Nothing like a last minute swing adjustment just before a Major what.

So wish me luck folks and have a blast of a weekend but watch the cherry trees, especially if you are in Edinburgh at the moment down at the Meadows because they are intensely beautiful.

Up the Hearts !

And fare forward of course

ps I forgot to tell you about a wee phone call I received on the course yesterday. I was waiting to hit my pre-Tiger Woods car crashes Augusta cherry blossom low draw shot, when the estate agent phoned (we are trying to set up a viewing on Monday) Anyway I quickly explained that I would have to whisper as I was golfing. She said ‘what’s your position?’ and I told her that ‘I’m in the middle of the 14th fairway’ to which there was a considerable delay when she tried to take assimilate that comment, at which point I thought I would relieve her of this awkwardness and said ‘just joking’ and she said ‘sorry the line is not great’ which I think was not necessarily the truth. And I quickly added and indeed more to her point that we may be a cash buyer for the flat . And I must say she was a wee bit wrong footed over all this.

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I have had a sublime day. In fact truly sublime.

I started off with my lovely group from Alabama who I met off the bus in St Andrews at 11am. I had showed them around Edinburgh two days ago and we really clicked. They were such an amazing set of characters and so easy going and fun and actually laughed at some of my jokes. What a joy for me to show them around St Andrews as well. We were lucky with the weather too and everything went swimmingly. I really hope I see these lovely people again. One lady, Cath I think, was very inspiring. She had had several careers and ended up qualifying as a nurse at the age of 60 and won the Nightingale prize out of a class of 300 plus people. But what a person. And what a nurse she surely would have been. Her husband too was lovely and gentle, as were the rest of the group. All of them actually. What a delight. Bill did a wonderful job putting this tour together.

I rushed off afterwards to meet Kevin, one of the Fried Egg podcasters, better known as KVV, who wanted me with my pencil bag and on my bike in front of the Royal and Ancient to do a wee interview and give some local insights into the Auld Toon. Now I think it went ok but was maybe a bit too risque for them, although I’m really not sure to be honest. The starter was ‘Keith what did you study at St Andrews? I thought why not and gave them ‘GGE’ At which point there was this slight pause and quizzical look from Kevin and then I expanded ‘girls, golf and economics’ Then another slight pause and a very hard to discern look from Kevin when I then concluded ‘A bit like PPE at Oxford but more high-browed’. The next question from Kevin followed rather quickly may I add.

Anyway we shall see what results. It was fun and it was kind of just me which is ok by me but certainly not for everyone. It’s all I can do though. We will see if they broadcast it or not. I hay me doobts. But I hope they do because I really liked Kevin and I like what Fried Egg are about. They are a sound bunch of pretty cool guys.

And that is a rare thing nowadays in the media world. I mean we have people like Nick Faldo and Ian Carter and that Dougherty chappy who are as dull as a ditch can be and then you have clowns like Ant and Dec and what can I say about people like that? but OMG ‘get me a train and get me to Grantchester again’.

I finished off my day by going down the range as I had had a very indifferent round the day after my medal victory last Thursday when I went to play in Edinburgh. I watched a McIlroy video this morning and this takeaway drill. And I have just got back from trying this out and boy did it work! I have now kind of ditched the Tiger post second car crash tip. Sorry Tiger.

But as some of you are aware I do change my swing about once a week. And who knows what or indeed who will pitch up next week. Anyway, on today’s form may I add say that this Rory insight is going to be well more expensive. I was bombing it. I know that Rory should own it but I am kind of crusading it and I will give him a cut. So long as he gives me a game one day. I will even use my points and get him a cheap game on the Old Lady.

Anyway we shall see tomorrow in Edinburgh as I am playing at 1pm with some friends and then coming back in the evening to go to dinner with 8 Americans who want a bit of golf history chat over their dinner at Forgans, courtesy of Celtic Golf.

And I will of course oblige as it would be rude not to.

Fare forward passengers.