its all about the crack!!!

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what a great day it was today :) i turned up on my own and ended up with some other bloke on the first tee .... he was 78 and from ireland ... from the moment i shook his hand and intoduced myself i knew it would be a great day .... the sun was shinning and everybody smiling .... i went out looking to work on a couple of areas of my game , however this was alll forgotten about and so where all the things i wanted to practice , but i wouldt not have swaped it for winning the masters , this guy was amazing ... thank god the course wasnt busy and nobody behind us ... it was a case of him teeing the ball up and stopping midswing bursting out with laughter and cracking an awesome joke or funny golfing story ,,,,, brilliant i cant even remember how i played i was simply entertained and that is what is important .. the social side of it is wonderful , he said to me fcuk the golf its all about the crack and how right he is anon anon
 
Lucky sod, I was sat in the office all day listening to other peoples early year weekends away.
In this instance you are allowed to use the word craic.
Its an unwritten rule that states if there is an Irishman regardless of where hes from and if you meet him anywhere in the world and jokes or beer is involved, its Craic. If there is no Irishman its only fun, the next level down, like Tescos own brand :D
 
I love it when you have days like that and as I wrote in the first forum pages "One of the things about this beautiful game is the way that two strangers can meet on the first tee and leave the eighteenth green as old friends"
 
I love it when you have days like that and as I wrote in the first forum pages "One of the things about this beautiful game is the way that two strangers can meet on the first tee and leave the eighteenth green as old friends"

Doesn't always work like that, tho.

One of my longest memories is from a game that must have been well over 20 years ago.

I paired up with this guy. He was a RSM from the local squaddies. And recently he'd been seconded to the police to teach them stop and search techniques, which they practised in Brixton, basically just picking on cars with 2 or 3 black guys in coz they new that at least one in three or four cars would have someone smoking dope, so they could knick them. And in the others, they might manage to provoke someone into trying to start a fight.

D'ya get the picture of the sort of guy he was.

Next story was about his daughter's ex boyfriend. She and this guy had been quite happy until he'd caught them having a goodnight snog, so he ran out of the house in his pjs, slapped the guy around a bit, and then pinned him up against the wall by his throat. Exit one now ex-boyfriend. The follow up line was '' You'd like my daughter, she's really pretty, would you like me to introduce you ?'' Ummmmmmmm, I'll think about it.

Coz I was younger, and quite polite, I accepted his offer for a drink after the round, thinking I'd take him for a few bob, at least. Only he wasn't having any. The barman was one of the guys he'd SaSed in Brixton, so he leaned over the bar and whispered in his ear. Then wandered off with his pint without paying. To prove I wasn't actually with this bloke I said to the barman that I'd pay, to which the reply was something like '' You must be joking, if he sees me taking your money, he'll kill me.''

And he wasn't exagerating either.

That was when I made my excuses and left.

 
My Ist ever competetive round of golf in my club,in 1989, i remember i was in a 4 ball and one of the members was playing off 2.3 , i introduced myself my h/cap was 22 oh a hacker he replied,he drove the green,whilst i took a steady 8,by the time we got to the 13th a par 3,and totally intimidated, i hit my tee shot into the left hand bunker,couldn't get the thing out,which he said "would you like a bobcat",to which i picked up my battered dunlop commando,and walked off the course,earned me a 3 week suspension,Yeah its all about the crack, the guy emigrated to australia,not far enough for me :)
 
Once had a mid week round and met up with a Jr. doctor which was nice, good chat about the unimaginable things people stick in their orifices which was quite funny. I have then played with a brummy who the only time stopped talking was when it was his shot, a total bandit and someone who had never played the course yet hit every blind fairway or green shot spot on target playing off 19, me and my dad walked in after 9, I just couldn’t stand the bloke and ruined what would have been a good day.
 
That sounds like a terrific day happygilmour , i'm jealous.

Mind you as stated here there have been a few people who I've just wanted to throttle by the end of the round.
 
yes your right !!! the CRAIC , i moved up to the lake district 3 years ago and the locals up there pronounce it as crack and practically use it in every other word lol ( sadly im livin back in manchester now , not that i dont like it here ) after a while i asked somebody about the crack , i thought it was a hard drug at first and wondered where i had moved too , cos everybody was at the crack thing lol ..... anyway i was duly filled in about the craic and told it is a word used mainly by the irish and the spelling is (craic) apparently in has something to do with the connection between the scots and the irish and cumbria as it is next to the scottish border .... i have never reserched this but it sounded good so i believed it lol

mark
 
if only everyday was like this , luckily i have got a round booked for monday morning with him and some more of his irish pals and they are the ones in the stories , might have to take a spy cam lol

mark
 
wowsers im not surprised you not forgeten that one lol, when i first started reading your message i thought to myself , i've had one like this , then i read on .... omg your poor bugger mine is not even worth tellig after that one lol

mark
 
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