It is one of those rare days in the golf calendar when Monday is Tuesday. As my regular readers will know Tuesday is geriatric-golf day – incidentally we have three new octogenarians. this year, making around seven who play regularly on Tuesdays-I suspect the average age of the Tuesday rollup is now over 70. Anyway we had to play our Tuesday game today because tomorrow the club is playing The Lucifer’s.. As usual a good number of the Tuesday club obviously didn’t look at their fixture list and will undoubtedly turn up tomorrow, making it very difficult for the poor secretary, Scott, somehow to fit them in between the large number of match players. I know this to be the case because only eight people turned up today out of the usual 30+.
Anyway, from my point of view the day was a great success. It was the most beautiful sunny morning and I did my usual trip around the golf course avoiding the rough, as far as possible, Fortunately, Guy Hipkin (The Major) and ex-captain David Robson were on parade to help me when it came to lunch.
I got back in time to watch some of the centre court matches at Wimbledon, including our man Murray.
I think he went on centre court expecting to the his virtually unknown opponent so easily that he actually lost the first set. Not a good beginning, although he did Â Â Â Â pull himself together and won the next three sets very comfortably
I was remiss in yesterday’s entry and for mentioning that Sunday was Father’s Day and both children sent me lovely cards with extremely complimentary and kind messages. Smiler, came down the day before Father’s Day, because of the German family coming on Sunday and dear Chloe found time to ring me on the way to granddaughter Lara’s first stage appearance at school to wish me a happy Father’s Day
For a bit of Fun I have reproduced below the AUSTRALIAN LETTER OF THE YEAR
This is an actual letter sent to the DFAT (Department of Foreign
You will have to excuse the bad language, but haven’t we all felt like this more than once when we are walking through treacle dealing with some government bureaucrat or other!
Dear Mr. Minister,
I’m in the process of renewing my passport, and still cannot believe this. How is it that K-Mart has my address and telephone number, and knows
My birth date you have in my Medicare information, and it is on all the income tax forms I’ve filed for the past 40 years. It is also on my driver’s licence, on the last eight passports I’ve ever had, on all those
Also…Â would somebody please take note, once and for all, that my mother’s name is
SHIT!Â What do you people do with all this information we keep having to provide??
I apologise, Mr. Minister.Â But I’m really pissed off this morning. Between you and me, I’vehad enough of all this bullshit!
Well, I have to go now, ’cause I have to go to the other end of the city, and get another fucking copy of my birth certificate – and to part with another $80 for the privilege accessing MY OWN INFORMATION!Â Â Â Â WouldÂ it be so complicated to have all the services in the same spot, to assist in the
Signed – An Irate Australian Citizen.
P.S. Remember what I said above about the picture, and getting someone in ‘high-society’ to confirm that it’s me? Well, my famhas been in this country since before 1850!Â In 1856, one of my forefathers took up arms with Peter Lalor. (You do remember the EurekaÂ Stockade!!)Â I have also served in both the CMF and regular Army for something
You are all fucking idiots!