Le Roi-to-be, Sir Prince Charles. One day he's in Rome shaking hands with Mugabe and seeing off the Pope, next say he's in Windsor getting married. And his mum's watching the Grand National. I'm not watching it this year. The horses aren't getting any faster. I just heard Hedgehunter won it. There's a few of them up Hampstead Heath of a Saturday night. So... this is my first entry. You can see Dead Life elsewhere, and even elser where there is animated life, but I haven't linked to that yet, and may never do; I am supposed to be writing essays, dammit; procrastination is the mother of invention. I've been watching the golf. I can't watch it with my wife any more, I'm not allowed. She likes golf, but I just make silly jokes the whole time, about people's names, trousers, and the sound-effects of the ball being blasted off the tee. If I were a golfer I would ask for a decaffeinated tee. And a Jack of Clubs. They all seem to dedicate shots to their fathers. "This ones for pa". And Ernard Els should blow his nose, parce que he keeps getting bogeys on the green. I think Tiger Woods should play against Jeremy Irons, and maybe let Minnie Driver hit a couple as well. Hitler played once but he gave up in the bunker. And I think that there should be a version of golf played on snow and ice. The ball would be orange, like the old footballs, and the green would be called the 'white'. It is about this point I am banished from the tv area by my other (and better) half. I complain that there is a golf between us, and go and make tee. mange tout, everyone
Jellied Els
9.4.05 16:39
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