Golf. It's a funny old game...

Golf. It’s a funny old game of 2 halves. A front 9 and a back 9, split right down the middle. Er, no... It’s got 18 little holes with greens at the end... hang on, some lengths are bigger than others though, but that’s the long and short of it... wait a minute, I’m lost here...

Just when life couldn't get any worse... pt1

The above title says it all, really. I'm now dwelling in a "bad luck" period of my life and it's only lasted for the previous 30 years, so fingers' crossed it'll be over within the next 10 and I might just be able to enjoy a couple of weeks before the Grim Reaper claims what's rightfully His. Now don't get me wrong, I do occasionally get a bit of luck but what I'm on about is the inordinate, soul-crushing amount of Malevolent misfortune that seems to plague my everyday existence, even though I'm trying to put a brave face on with that description!