We all got very wet last Wednesday morning and it didn’t help that we had to endure a five hour forty round as well.
Gary, our ex RAF hulk, decided to go for a quick change after nine in the caddie shack and quickly stripped off all his clothes, just in time for our only female caddie Meroe to enter. We are not sure how she took all this, as she has thrown in the towel for the season but was last seen walking down South Street looking reasonably stunned. She may have felt like the Frenchman who only has one egg for breakfast that ‘un oeuf is un oeuf’.
Had another amusing anecdote with Calum. We were walking down the second on a beautiful day during the week and talking about how lovely St Andrews was and our American chap suddenly added ‘yes, and there are no blacks’. We kind of warily carried on the conversation a bit and then Cal said in the most amusing and politic way ‘you not a big fan like?’ Kind of the most finely gauged comment you could make in the circumstances.