The Ballbashers Posts

On Wednesday it was time for another of Ashley’s epicurean competitions in which the winners normally stagger home with a carrier bag full of whatever regional delights Tesco’s or Lidl…

Perhaps long ago in the Rift Valley the precursor to Neanderthal Man played a game of golf with a bent stick and a ball of mammoth poo and so it…

We were about halfway round the course when Roger opined that he could see why I might have chosen the particular novelty format we were playing because I was bound…

It being a particularly nasty wet and cold day, lunch at Temple was sensibly preferred over golf. There being so many global issues to sort out plus a need to…

Four of the hardier Ballbashers – Alan, Bill, MikeS and myself were confronted by a very chilly easterly when gathering outside the Pro’s shop at Temple today for the latest…

I almost became a covert to Hinduism today when it became very apparent that Machiavelli, who is recorded as dying in Florence in 1527, appeared to be very much alive…

Three Ballbashers were emboldened enough to poke their noses out of their little hibernation dens this morning and finding it pleasant enough, pitched up to play golf. There was a…

The first conundrum last Wednesday was why, on a beautiful, marginally warm, dry day in January, did only 3 Ballbashers out of 16 feel fit enough to turn out to…

There was a mighty dingdong of a battle for the Ice Bucket at Temple yesterday. Four Ballbashers made it to the starting line and the balls fell so that MikeS…

Four weeks of Christmas holidays having finished, it was time for the Ballbashers to return to studying to become at least a partially competent golfer. Mike celebrated this event with…