It has been too long good people

Firstly, I must apologise for my abstinence from blogging. I have an excuse, but it is feeble, so I won't bother mentioning it. The difficult thing about leaving it so long is knowing where to begin. I have been in 5 different states and countless casinos, bars and gentleman's clubs. I have drunk enough beer to put on a stone (14lbs for you Yankees) and eaten everything from oysters and caviar to Waffle House and Burger King. I am going to break it into four or five blogs so as not to bore you all.
It all begun back in Myrtle beach, on the invitational golf trip to South Carolina. The first thing I noticed about Myrtle beach, was that it is still ok to call a particular week of the year, "Black Biker Week". At first I presumed that all of the bikers(and there were ALOT of them) must have been riding black bikes, but alas, I soon found out that the previous week, had been "White Biker Week", courtesy of my informative taxi driver. I will leave you to form whatever opinions you want about the prejudices of particular regions of the United States, and will add that there weren't too many Harley's parked up outside The Caledonian golf club.
The whole trip was a bit of a blur, I remember playing outstanding golf on the first day before I had drunk anything, and then I remember not remembering anything for the rest of the trip, and not winning any money at golf. I did however have two business cards in my wallet, one had the name Tim on it with a number and the other was for a 'bail bonds' company. All I could deduce was that the little beer gremlins that were bouncing on my head each morning, must have also stolen all of the money out of my wallet the night before and replaced it with two things which would utterly confuse me.

Sharks all over the course and crocs watching every tee! Realistically what chance did I have.

It was a great trip, that was worth every penny and I met some really good people from the American poker world. I'm not sure that stormy east coast is the best destination for a golf trip, there were at least two occasions that I thought I was going to get struck by lightning and it was damn sticky all the time. Myrtle itself just seemed tired. Everywhere needs a lick of paint, or a florescent bulb replacing so if you are thinking of starting a new business to beat the impending economic implosion (Lord F 2012) that might just be it. Although thinking about it, they might just let Myrtle fall into the Atlantic when that happens, and start over again in twenty years. For those who know it, it reminded me of happy times in Blackpool, but a whole lot warmer, with a nicer beach.

That is all for now

Lord F

Little Teaser for the next episode;

 

Who said dog is man's best friend; 'Canine leads Lord F down garden path in strategic bluff'.