Brighton Park Memoirs
Sadly, the quest to become a club champion at Brighton has hit a snag. I've reached that grisly point in golf when, after a brief period of competence, you begin to get progressively worse. After a promising 93 in my first time out late in April, my scores have gone up four times in a row. I also went to Oak Hill for a media outing and limped home to a 122, which did nothing for my confidence.
More on the subject in Wednesday's News. If nothing else, the caricature of me is bound to elicit a few laughs. This will make the tweed jacket seem like child's play.
