Lawrence Donegan,
14 January 2011 11:47
It is that time of year again, when the Mystic Megs of the golfing world head off to the southern hemisphere with their wheelbarrows to collect big fat appearance fees at hit-and-giggle seances in Thailand and elsewhere, leaving the rugged coal-face called the future to the real experts. By “real experts”, I mean people who don’t use Ouija boards or ...
