Spanish Chimp & Gary Thomas
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Mark Thomas & Robert Walker
Swindon GC Sunday 18/11/07
The Day it snowed!
It was possibly the worst weather for golf EVER!!
-1 centigrade ,sleet, & Bradda
Anyway 16 holes were played due to the spanish champ turning up late and we ran out of light.
After the first few holes it was apparrent it was going to be tight. all was square .
but then the champ kicked up a gear and produced a couple of flukey shots to take it to 2 up after 6 played.
Rob Walker kept us in it with a few halves to keep it down to just 2 on the turn.
Then team Faggat & Paye Upped the level a notch and won 4 out of the next 5 holes to swing the lead in their favour.
Team me me me me me me its all about me Bradda then shot a 4 iron to the green from about 150 yds( 4 iron , this is not a typo). to par the last but one hole. to make it interesting going down the last.
Gary Thomas Bladderred his drive across 3 fairways never to be seen again.
Rob Walker hit his so far we think it must have burnt up on leaving the earths atmosphere.
Bradda hit his straight down the middle ( about 150 yds ) Big girls blouse.
I hit a straight drive some 280 yds only to find the bunker.
Arseoles were twitching 50p / 5p 50p /5p.
2 iron shots were played to both short of the green.
2 chips were played to both short of the hole.
both had a 12 ft put.
both took 2 shots to halve the hole.
we won thank god i dont think i could take the ear bashing from bradda in the Bar.( only joking Champ)
a thoroughly enjoyable day was had by all despite the appalling weather. good company. great day. cheers Thommo and Bradda.
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I am contacting my lawyer to innitiate proceedings for suing for slander and Gross misrepresentation of the truth !
Of particular note was your severely incorrect version of the drive on the 18th. Tommo and Fagat put their balls so far into the forest on the right that they would have needed a packed lunch to go and find them. I hit a beautifully controlled drive straight down the fiddley-diddle. Then you stepped up, swung with all your might, did your usual triple salko as you attempted to stop the momentum of a ten-ton hippo, and somehow managed your first fairway hit of the day.
As we walked in the fading light we spotted two balls on the flat stuff. You strolled to the ball hit furthest and proceeded to set up for your next Rupert Nuriev swing. It was the highlight of my day when I shouted to you to stop as you were about to hit my ball with your sand wedge. It was so funny to see you walk all the way back, swap the sand wedge for your 3-wood, and play your second ! TART !
Anyway, weather was duff, golf course suited short hitters but was pleasant, and Great Company (although I could have done with a translator).
When Tommo has had some lessons to correct his "wild man from Borneo" swing, and lost enough weight so he can see his golf ball at set-up, we will be back to recoup our tenners !
Lots of Love !
Spanish Champ (Power Machine).
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