Tuesday, 18th July.
"I'm at the driving range."
"Well it's fine for some!"
"I'm a man of leisure, I can do what I want!"
Jules and I headed down to Chiswick this afternoon for a crack
on the driving range. Ian and Jules - the idle rich.
Jules was working on his new swing. I was doing no-one any
favours. I'd pull a club from his bag, hit a ball long and straight,
say "Well I've mastered that one", put the club back in the bag,
select another, repeat sequence with new club.
While at the range I had a phonecall from my temp agency, offering
me work starting tomorrow. I pointed out that I was interrupting my
golf practice, and it was most inconvenient having to take a call
on the driving range. Fine for some, was the reply from the temp
agency. I refrained from pointing out that if they'd found me some
work earlier I wouldn't be at the driving range on a weekday.