For about the last eight years I have been a regular hacker on the golf course at Mullumbimby. In that time, my game has not improved one iota. And to be brutally honest, I would have to say the same of the blokes with whom I play. Big Fella, a left-hander (“there’s me and Phil Mickelson,” he’ll boast, before hooking his drive into the brown-snake infested rough), generally … [Read more...]
The enemy of my foe is my friend… or when England lose to anyone, its a good day!
John Campbell is in a self-analytical state of mind. Here he tries to explain his passionate disapproval of English sporting efforts. A lot of my mates who follow the NRL still sprout the ‘whoever is playing Manly’ line when asked who they will be barracking for in any upcoming round of footy. It harks back to the bad old days when the Sea Eagles from Sydney’s northern … [Read more...]