Twiddly Diddly Dee, Golf Is Not For Me…

I have some amazing friends. I know everyone says that but I found out when I got robbed in Cambodia that I had friends come out of the woodwork and didn’t even hesitate to help me out. One of those people was a guy called Matt, who has been dating another good friend of mine for about 2 years now. Matt invited me to go to the driving range and angrily hit a few golf balls, shouting out ex-girlfriend’s names right before impact. I agreed, Even though the last time I went to the driving range was three and a half years ago, and it’s been over 10 years since I last played properly…

I was running late, mainly because I’ve been a lazy bum since I got back into Chiang Mai and my body clock is way out of sync. I frantically text him saying that I was sorry and had overslept. He said not to worry, so I lazily dragged myself out of bed and did Lewis things before heading to Stardome Golf.

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Matt with his award winning swing…

Matt was a natural. I however, was not. Don’t get me wrong it WAS fun, but I won’t be challenging Monsieur Woods at the US Open any time soon.

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We didn’t actually hit any balls, Matt just posed for this picture and then we went home…

Matt hit one shot that went 200 yards and ever so slightly to the right. I remarked, “Cracking shot, old fella!” (I may be paraphrasing that…) I then had a go and I swung and missed. Not only that; on the pirouette I hit the ball machine next to us with the back of the club. “You’re a fucking disaster!” Matt laughed. I did too, male bonding at it’s finest…

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He still hadn’t moved from this position 10 minutes later…

We hit a few more and it was time to go home. I’m in Chiang Mai until Saturday so hopefully we can do this again and I can hit that Happy Gilmore shot that everyone says they did once. Until then, I’m going to enjoy being lazy until I get back home. After that I have to get my arse in gear and sort a load of stuff out. Including what I’m gonna do for 2016. Maybe I’ll buy a lottery ticket and I won’t have to worry about that. A foolproof plan don’t you think?

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Me, Matt and Shaylena at an Italian restaurant discussing golf strategy and how to grow epic beards…

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