On Golf.

Once upon a very long time ago I used to be a reasonable golfer. Various reasons forced me to give it up, not least was the cost while I was at uni. And while I am aware that I am still at uni (you wouldn't have figured this over the last two weeks - lazy bastard), I am going to try and take it back up. I went out the other night to Rarangi. It used to be long and tight due to thousands of trees planted in all the wrong places. Now it is sadly only long, as years of drought and lack of water (now going to the vineyards which are popping up in every location imaginable) have meant that most of the trees are now dead. But it is still long. And I was quite happy to find that despite my lack of action (golfing-wise in this context) I can still hit the ball a long way. My delicate touch around the green, however, has been replaced with a fumbling insecurity. I'm going back out this weekend to play in a couple of competitions and get my confidence back up. And win some tins of fruit.

Back in Chch on the 6th.