Shorter this week, as we have the AGM on Wednesday, closing day on Saturday and the weather has played silly buggers with us all. I came out to NZ five years ago on the promise of better weather and a better life. The weather has since done it's very best to make me feel homesick but at least the pace of life seems to have eased a bit, even if the Covid continues to make it that bit more complicated. I do wonder what they will do when they run out of Greek letters to name the variants - bearing in mind that viruses mutate at a remarkable rate - most of them mutate into the equivalent of biological cul-de-sacs, but the number of variations are so vast, that 24 letters just doesn't feel like enough - I can only assume that they will then move into another language (probably Latin) and then onto something else suitably neutral, although heaven knows what that might be - I did wonder if colours might be used, but the racial implications of a "white" or a "black" variant just doesn't bear thinking about. Maybe shapes? I can just hear the newscasters now.... "The Dodecahedron Variant has been detected...." Heaven help us all! On slightly less weighty matters, while the rain did do it's darndest to ruin the week for us, it did let up long enough for us to play this week, and on Wednesday, I had the pleasure of watching a despairing Ronnie Hobbs chase after his remote controlled trundler as it careened towards, and indeed into, the greenside bunker on the first hole. The sight of a frustrated Ronnie struggling to pull the trundler out as it continued to try and burrow itself into an early grave will remain with me for quite sometime. This does appear to be becoming a bit of a theme, and so makes me wonder if there needs to be some sort of test to test the compatibility of wannabe trundler drivers and the trundlers they aspire to? In my mind, the test would need to examine the user at the extreme end of their endurance, checking on the durability of the item and the stamina of the prospective owner. Each purchaser would, therefore, be required to walk for 4 hours on a treadmill, stopping for the occasional violent swing at an imaginary golf ball, before finally being handed the remote and then asked to perform a series of tasks culminating in an obstacle course of humps, hollows, bunkers and ponds prior to the successful purchase of their desired item. I've just re-read this and am I have to admit, I am starting to think I might have lost the plot I will leave it for now, and will see many of you all at the AGM, please remember that this is your only opportunity to raise important issues and influence the direction of your club. Stay safe, play well, and if you do happen to have a remote controlled trundler, please remember to drive carefully Steve |