At last, a use for a six iron...

My dad gave me his old clubs way back in 1960s, and I dutifully went on to play at a reasonable schoolboy standard, until more important issues (like beer) prevailed, and I gave them away!

Well, nearly all of them, except my mum's putter, and also another putter, which was a gift from a lovely lady in our village, and I didn't have the heart to lose it! I often made my own game up, using a tractor ball bearing (quite a size those chaps), and a cup on the lounge carpet), and that club was just perfect!

But I also kept the dreaded six-iron...

I don't know why, as dad had never ever hit a decent shot with it, and neither did I, even on the perfect hole on Brecon Golf course, the first, uphill, because a four iron was more accurate, and as I was smaller then, it was my mum's old set, and ladies' clubs were perfect for growing limbs!

So this bloody club has been lurking in various sheds for about sixty years, and it still sneers at me every time I go in to get some work done! It's become the sort of golf club you love to hate really, until last week...

Like lots of folk, we have an open coal fire, on which we burn quite an expensive, but worthy fuel, known as Wildfire. It's a combination fuel, made from all sorts of coal waste, but incredibly efficient. During the summer, it dries out to a tinder dry piece, well suited for the first winter fires. The trouble is, that during the winter and the following spring, the bits of dust accumulate at the bottom of the five-bag bunker, and it all settles into coally solids!

Not any more, a six iron is the perfect tool for dragging the dusty coals forward, and enabling an ageing Scrobs to fill the scuttle as nature intended!

Job solved, and the six iron must be sitting there fuming at the job it was always intended for!

Hopefully, normal service has resumed...

Phew, that was a bit nerve-wracking!

Apart from nearly wiping off every comment a few weeks ago, I nearly lost the bloody blog as well!

I just need a little time to settle down now, light a beer, and ponder life as we know it!

Mr H. hits the spot...

Our good friend and colleague, Mr A.K.Haart makes a very good post today, which is well worth recording as an insight into the way normal people think and act.

My dad was never a politician, but he worked his damnedest to make things happen in local government with no 'political party affiliation', and, being well-supported by his company (Guinness), the deal worked both ways. They provided lots of employment locally, the councils had the benefit of international experience. Dad co-ordinated much of this back in the sixties, and even now, I am still so proud of what he did, although back then it was, for me, just fags, bitter beer and rugger etc...

These days, we see such awful spenders of taxes, with very little talent except for shouting, and achieving very little, while getting paid for it. With a dreadful BBC, bent on leftyism at its core, there is no hope of the real voice of Brits to show their feelings, but, through little blogs like Scrobs', there's always a chance of hope.

I rarely get publically involved in 'political' arguments, I just laugh them all off, but Mr H has hit it on the head! His final comment is one of optimism, which is what Brits 'do', they never lay back and enjoy it, like they could - they fight...

Nice one Mr H!

https://akhaart.blogspot.com/2019/04/parliament-stripped-naked.html