Sun paid us a visit for a couple of days and bought out the pink in all of us, some more than others.
Up too early on Wednesday, the hardier troops lined up for a warm up on North Foreland’s par3. He wasn’t surprised, but when Philip Thorley called the club around half 9 that morning warning them the “Surrey National mafia” were heading down to play the par3 course, he was tickled to hear that most of us were already there and had tee’d off.
Off half handicap round the 18holes, the in-form John “Dangerous” BackDoor Clements took the fivers but was somewhat concerned of the Augusta curse by taking a win into the main competition… and so it proved. Barry did his best to miss every green (the wrong greens don’t count Baz… and hitting it sideways won’t help), Mr Chamberlain (amongst others) lost at least one ball yoinking it OB (this is a par3 course remember), and Stevie was saved from following him OB by a leaf and a branch. Special mention to Mr Winkle’s luminous pink garb, very pretty mate even with the ladies pink Nike hat.
We all signed in, sorted teams and tees and enjoyed a nice lunch before heading out to our holes for the shotgun start. Slight breeze, course in top condition and some decent scores were made.
None of the SN mafia scooped an overall prize, some good-natured boos were heard in the evening for the 2nd and 3rd overall (and their 20+ handicaps!), but a North Foreland member shot a 75 grabbing 44 odd points off of 13 was it (?) and had the round of his life. Cue respectable applause.
More grudging, but still good-humoured congratulations went to our Prit who scooped the Swindle money with 41points, Kieren and I sharing 2nd place with 38points. Kieren shooting 2under on a course he’s not played before with some extremely impressive driving… easily could’ve been 3-4 better. TeamLuckbox (or Lovebox), TeamJim and TeamLeesAwesome halved the team prize.
Giving it all, right down to his toenails, unfortunately SN saw an injury in the form of Brian doing something nasty to his wrist. An ice bandage in one hand, a pint of Doombar in the other but the Yeti wasn’t happy. It did mean that he and Jezza withdrew from Hever the next day. Lets hope some rest gets that all sort Bri.
Slightly more civilised than last year to be honest – perhaps the early start and sunshine took it out of us a bit. Mr Murtagh wasnt there this year to rip it up with Stevie Mc, but Junior certainly flew the flag for SN. Richard was in his usual form for the Charity Auction and all together I think a very respectable amount was raised. Jim won a picture and a Ping putter for a song. Oh and I think our table should all buy Mr Winkle a drink for the quite unfair “point at your table’s worst golfer” – all done out of love and respect I know.
Slightly dissappointed by the golf shop on the way back that last year had some bargains, we all trundled off to Hever for our traditional Day2 game. Steve Woods plays there regularly with his lot and we’d played there recently in a Mail on Sunday game. Lovely course, great clubhouse and a superb course in good nick…. sandwiches were impressive too.
Al Gollampost smashed it up taking the top honours with yours truely scooping the wooden spoon with 19. Play well I did not, thanks for reminding me Stevie. Apart from double hitting chips and some random bounces into bunkers, special note to Mr Woods who was on handicap on the back9 until we played each others balls on green of the stroke index 1. Came down to us both not checking the balls but I’m still gutted about that!
On behalf of us all, a big thanks to Philip Thorley who managed to organise yet another fantastic day for us all. Roll on 2016.
And our own Mr Philip Macve of course who was our front man yet again for the Thorley day and evening, and getting us all lined up for a fantastic round at Hever. I’m sure a pint of the black stuff will find its way from us all over the course of the year.