Nat, Will & Rob do golf
After many heated conversations with the londoners, about who was the god of golf, it was decided to have a golf match. To the winner would go the bragging rights and the losers would have to mow the lawn of the winner in their mother's sunday best.
First order of action was chosing the venue. After factoring in that I am incapable of navagating my way out of a paper bag it was decided that Nat and Rob would make the long haul up from London to the leafy county of Surrey. So the venue was my choice I chose a testy 9 hole par 3 with lots of water.
The first challenge of the day was getting there (anyone who has been to Surrey knows that it is a county bountious in windy roads and insane drivers). With Nathaniel hard on the tail of my car (he claimed to be slipstreaming) we raced over to Wildwood golf course.
The opening hole was a challenging par 3 with a bunker short of the green and water all down the right. After hitting a perfect 9-iron straight over the green (I swear the wind died down) it was Nathaniel's turn. He stood up full of confidence and addressed the ball, he then claims he took a series of "practise" swings; he eventually resorted to chipping the ball in the direction of the gree (in the broad sense). Rob now stepped up and hit 2 majestic 7-irons into the water on the right. It was going to be a long afternoon.
The next hole had water up to, and to the left of, the green I hit it to a few feet and Nathaniel, not wanting to bring water into play, adopted a special tactic.
The third was a simple short par 3. On the fourth Rob came into his own and struck a 7-iron to 2 feet and then missed the put.
It all seemed to go my way from then as my golf game held together and the home match was won relatively easily; now I have the away match to look forward to.