Month: May 2015

I wasn’t five minutes into explaining my British Open ambitions to Scottish golf writer Martin Dempster before I fired a hozel-rocket into the weeds of the Crail Golfing Society.  In our morning on-course interview, the first golf shot I showed him was a hard pitch-out into the gorse.  I feared for my Scottish newspaper debut, […]

I haven’t let this blog go dark out of some any paranoid or proprietary you’ll-have-to-buy-the-book motive (though that isn’t a bad idea, come to think of it).  Rather, these last two weeks have been their own strange and wonderful new life, one where I wake and drive and golf, then drive and eat a sandwich […]