Wednesday, 16 December 2015

Day 300 - Starry Meal

As I type "Day 300" - the thought comes to me: definitely on the home stretch now!

Taking advantage of the unseasonably warm weather, a crowd of Disorganised Golfers took to the New course to do battle today. In total, there were 10 of us out here enjoying the conditions. I was playing with Terry and Steve and, despite the former's stellar haul of 4 birdies in his round (including on holes 13 &15!), we were never in the fight.  I managed 34 points myself which is better than of late, but we shall draw a veil over what happened on the par 3 8th hole... The final fourball were on fire and their total for the day of 92, being 20 better than par, was probably the best score that we have seen all year: the rest of us were just also-rans.

Afterwards, a number of us stayed for a drink and lunch in the Clubhouse (nothing organised - of course!) but a fun time to sit together and "chillax".  The Ladies were all upstairs enjoying their Christmas Jolly which meant that we pretty much had the place to ourselves: all very pleasant.

I couldn't hang around too long though as I had to get up to London for my annual Christmas gathering with the "Class of 81": a group who had all joined Shell in 1981 as callow graduates.  We met up at the Union Street CafĂ© on Suffolk Street, a 10 minute or so walk from Waterloo Station. 

This is a relatively new restaurant in the Gordon Ramsey family and had David Beckham as an investor at one point.  The menu changes daily and comprises mainly North Italian dishes.  I found the food delicious and will certainly be making a return trip with Mrs L.

The whole evening was great fun: we caught up on everyone's news, discussed the pros and cons of WhattsApp (excellent web option by the way!) and generally solved all of the world's problems, whilst also raising a toast to absent friends (particularly to Jon, who was part of this group until he died some four years ago at a ridiculously young age: very sad). 

I had thought that since we were meeting at 7 pm, it'd be a relatively early night but as it was, I enjoyed the joys of the Last Train Home.... mice and all....


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