Diesel fitter

Busy day today. Up with the larks to take my car to the garage for a safety upgrade and gear box oil change. Managed to convince them neither took very long so they had it done by 2pm. In the meantime I decided to spend the time in Liverpool rather than go home.

Then I had a thought......Everton's new football satdium was just down the road so I thought I would go and stare through the fencing and see it in all its glory. Its a mighty fine structure but not quite up to the Tottenham Hotspur stadium level. It is built in the old Liverpool dockland on the site of Bramley Moore dock,  and is bordered on one side by the Mersey on another by Nelson Dock and on the third side by the old dock wall.

This dock wall extends into Liverpool from Seaforth and it was here that my investigative journey started. I wondered how long it would take to walk to the nearest (but 1) Metro station, one I can reach without changing trains. 35 minutes was the answer. So it has some similarity to aforementioned Tottenham stadium.

Both are over 30 minutes away from a mass transit underground system and both have an unfit for purpose overground station much closer. In Evertons case it is Sandhills which is small old and decidedly unsafe for 60,000 fans every fortnight. Interstingly the nearest tube station to the new Brentford stadium, Gunnerbury, is closed on match days exactly for safety reasons. Why do authorities let these large stadia be built without the infrastructure to allow people to get home safely. Wembley is another example.

The area around the stadium is comprised of cleared land and dereliction with the exception of a gin distillery and Ten Streets Social, both of which should make a killing on match days.

So let me finish with a bit of culture. While walking the dock wall home, I passed several drinking fountains imbedded in the wall. These fountains were installed by a Liverpool philanthopist, Charles Pierre Melly, in response to the dockers need for fluids which were being met by a stroll across the road to the beer and spirit outlets which sprung up to meet the demand. Dockers were arriving back after their break drunk and dangerous so Melly felt something had to be done to address the problem. A very enlightened solution in 1854!!

So that was my day completed, although a bit frustrated that my car now says it needs an oil change in 1300 miles. Why could they not have done that at the same time? Hey ho, thats BMW where even the steering  wheel is extra!! 

ELO

 Just noted I used Electric Ladyland earier so new title added!!

To try to do our bit for global warming I have just purchased SWMBO an electric car. it is another Corsa which she was very hppy with after eventually being persuaded to have  new one. It matches her driving profile perfectly. She does mostly short journey's and with a range of about 200 miles, range fear is unlikely to be a problem. It has sat nav facilities and hands free options for the phone so that is all additional peace of mind.

We have installed a home charger so it is very cheap to run at the moment as we are fortunate still to have a fixed deal well into 2023. Tesco were running a free charging service up until 1st November but that is now a payment facility which is a pity as we were getting a free 35 miles every time we shopped. Wirral council have some lamp post facilities but none really fit our travel template.

On a recent trip down South we did a check of service station charging options in case we ever need to go far afield in it. The service stations really only have two or three charging points and people were telling us they waited up to 40 minutes for a spare bay. There is a twelve station power farm in Banbury so thatm would be one good option to bear in mind.

We had all six grand children in one place during half term so it was good to get the Swiss branch into London, and we did Hampton Court Palace and a few other things. It was almost three years since we were in Geneva the last time we saw them.

Traffic was heavy on the way home and my sat nav was not giving me traffic information. It turns out that as the car is now three years old, I need to pay an annual fee for such information. Hey ho, they do say BMW where even the steering wheel is extra!

King of the Castle

So on to BMW and their tournament. It was in 2010 that I last qualified for the UK final at Turnberry, and I was unable to go to the World final as I was only an associate member of the BMW family. This timeeverybody was playing on a level playing field and the prize was a trip to Fancourt Golf Club in South Africa. Now I say level playing field but the Castle course on which we were competing was anything but. It is the newest course in the St Andrew's estate and because of the tricked up greens the locals will not play it. That leaves it to the Corporate golfers to try to find their way to a decent score. 41 points won by a 21 handicapper which is hard to swallow.

The layout of the course and the setting are first rate it is just a pity the greens have to be so difficult as to ruin the experience really.

Nick Dougherty , the Sky presenter and ex-golfer, was the guest speaker and he was very good. We stayed in the Old Course hotel and were treated as we always are by NGL and their staff. as is traditional, we had a beer or two in the Jigger pub and fish and chips in the town. All in all it was a great few days with a few new friends made.

Our travels were not finished then though. We had a very enjoyable night in Edinburgh before moving on to Gleneagles for a couple of nights to look at their shared ownership properties. Unfortunately the weather was finally against us, so I only got 12 holes of golf in on the Queens course, but SWMBO had two fantastic spa treatments and we had a very pleasant meal on the hotel in their Strathern restaurant. Everything from the bread to the cheese was plated at the table and all we covered was a very good bottle of red.

The journey home was great and I got to play at Royal Birkdale yesterday, but more about that in a subsequent missive. 

In the night garden

It is not often we venture into the neighbouring kingdoms of Great Britain, however, so rather fortunate golf shots in August made me eligible for the BMW International Cup UK final in St Andrew's, reputedly the home of golf.  It was mostly funded by BMW but the final itself was to be contested on the greens of the Castle course just outside the town. Consequently I decided I would travel up early with SWMBO and try to get to play the Old course, an Open Championship venue.

Now I am happy to admit the course always looks pretty ordinary on the TV and would not drag me up to Scotland to play it on it's own, but as an opportunity has arisen then it was reasonable to take advantage of it. Now people who do not follow golf may not realise the mission that is involved when trying to get a tee time. Some tee times are reserved early for the residents and students of St Andrews, there are some times purchased by commercial organisations and then there are the rest! 2,3 and 4 ball applicants go into a tee time ballot and are allocated times by a random draw. There is no guarantee an application will be successful, so, for example, on the Saturday we were there the ballot was over subscribed by 103 people. That is the equivalent of 26 tee times over 4 hours. The only way for those people to get a game or for single players like me is to arrive at the tee and hope for a gap in the field or a no-show.

Now this 'arrive at the tee' bit is not as easy as it looks either! The office does not open until 07:30 in October with the first tee at 08:00. The residents and students are not obliged to fill their spare slots from the waiting queue, so the earlier you get there the more change you have of getting a slot. I arrived at 06:10 and I was number 13 in the queue. The first people had been there since mid-night, no kidding!! I was worried 13 might be unlucky but I was informed I was actually 14 as one chap had given up at 04:30 and gone back to bed.So in true style we formed a line as the office opened. We were told 21 of 33 people had got a slot yesterday so hopes raised. By 10:00 two people had found slots and the rugby was on the TV. Then, miracle, two 4 balls failed to arrive, and I was on, 11:00 tee off. I was with two Canadians and an American, we had four caddies and it was rock and roll. I played pretty well, hitting my first tee shot OK and got a par at a few holes including 15 and 16. My initial views were confirmed though that it really only had two good holes. I arrived at one of those needing a par and a bogey to score 36 points which is a level par score after handicap.

17 is the iconic road hole. In the day you drove over railway sheds to the fairway. The sheds have gone but the hotel which replaced them has kept the architecture such that you still have the same brick wall facing you.when we were on the tee the Polish navvies were dismantling the grandstands used the previous week for the Dunhill Classic. It was very distracting. So, I strolled forward and in my best Polish told them please to be quiet. They were shocked into silence as I and my three partners bashed perfect drives over the sheds to the centre of the fairway. The caddies were more impressed with my Polish that the golf though!

It is called the road hole because the green is about six feet from the road at the back of the course and is protected by a large , deep bunker. No problem for me though as I knocked the ball on and two putts gave me my third par in a row. Just 18 to go!! well, what an anticlimax that was as a twonked by ball into the Swilken Burn about ten yards in front of the tee. I did not get my bogey so ended up with 34 points and a nett score of 77. Pretty good I thought.

Would I rush to play it again? No probably not but the experience of getting onto the course, having a caddie and getting par on the road hole was something to remember and add to my great golf story play book.

Don't just book it...

So disappointed to see the demise of Thomas Cook, a travel firm we have used on numerous occasions for holidays, flights and corporate hospitality. We have been in Mauritius when a holiday firm has gone bust and we saw first hand the stress it put their clients under, both from the point of view of their holidays being cut short, how they would get home, and the actions the hotel owner took to protect his outstanding payment schedule.

None of that is pleasant, and it was only by chance that we had not booked a pre-Christmas mega group to take the ankle biters to Lapland for a special trip. Thomas Cook were favourites to be our carrier, but we were still trying to sort out dates with the four families involved.

Instead we have booked everybody to go to Geneva to see number 1 son and family so EasyJet just got 15 return flights they might not have been expecting. Geneva is great from Liverpool as there are flights most days in the Summer with extra ones during the main skiing season.

We have a few other sorties planned with a first trip to 'off the record Dick's new abode in Middle , Little, Upper or Lower Wallop near Andover shortly then a major BMW golf event in St Andrews followed by golf and spa in Gleneagles. We will return home yearning for sunnier climes I suspect but they might have to wait until next year as our property sales process has stalled once more so funds need to be rationed.

That said, we are geared up for the mega Euro Lottery tomorrow. What would I do with €200m

George Stephenson

I have had a very difficult year of golf so far. I have had some niggly injuries, some runs of bad luck and an inconsistent swing which is so frustrating as to make me almost give the game up for a while. That last emotion has, however, been balanced by my ability to find some form in a few team competitions.

I have been fortunate to come second in the Wallasey Invitational event and win some money, John Porter, a major player when New Brighton were a formidable rugby team, and I came second in the Old Padeswood senior open where we won money and golf balls,  and my team ,"Shoeless Joe's", managed to win the Wallasey4Wirral charity golf day where we won £100 each,together with wine and meal vouchers in the raffle. A very well done to Neil Bennett and his son who continue to run an excellent day and raised over £6000 for various cancer related charities

All of the above were very welcome, but none so much as the round which allowed me to qualify for the BMW Golf Cup International UK final to be played on the Castle course at St Andrews. I played in the BMW owners golf events for many years until BMW pulled the plug on them, and this is the second year I have been able to try to qualify for the finals as an independent. I had it won with four holes to play at Woburn  last year but grabbed defeat from the jaws of victory. This year at Hillside I was able to keep my composure and finish in second place. That gets me an all inclusive stay at the Old Course Hotel for a long weekend, and I will hope to get a chance to play the Old Course while I am up there.

The only down side is that it clashes with the Twickenham Rugby weekend away which this year includes three rounds at Minehead GC and three nights at a tribute band extravaganza at Butlins!! Another year perhaps!

So why the heading for this particular post? Well, when I first joined Wallasey GC as a soft Southerner who knew nobody, George took me under his wing, and week on week we have played together every Saturday for nearly ten years. George extended similar comradeship to Peter Ellerington and Phil Gedman. George is now 86 and only two weeks ago went round the golf course in 82 shots. To beat your age is a target every golfer aims for. The pro golfers look to do it in their early 60's, good amateurs in their 70's and people like me hope to live until the y are 90 and are still playing golf!!

As a thankyou and a late 85th birthday present, we took George this week to play at Royal Birkdale, rated as the top course in England. It did not disappoint. The welcome was first class and the course was laid out in excellent condition. We played variable golf, but George was so focused that he and I managed to beat Phil and Peter after I had put us into an early lead and they had pegged us back on the back nine. SO, whenever I go through the emotions outlined at the beginning of the article, I just think of George and his single mindedness, never mind that he is giving me 20 years and three shots. He is a legend and I value him as a friend, long may we share the fairways.

Mull of Kintyre

My birthday celebrations continued at the weekend when SWMBO treated me to a long weekend at the Turnberry hotel in Ayrshire. Turnberry has two golf courses, the Ailsa and the Kintyre and I was fortunate to play both.

Friday I was scheduled for the Kintyre and Saturday the Ailsa, but on waking on the Friday morning I was greeted by Wallasey like conditions, strong winds and a bit nippy, so I was keen to take on the Open Championship course in close to it's toughest state.

When I arrived on the first tee, I  was informed by the starter that there were three clear holes ahead of me and nobody behind for half an hour. Effectively this meant I had one of the top ten courses in the Country all to myself, what a joy....

The anorak in me knows I first played the Ailsa course in May 1989, something I have made reference to in previous blogs. I went round in 26 over par that day. Friday, however, was not about my score, but about the challenge and the conditions. I did manage to par the 6th hole and got a few fives elsewhere, but I came off the course exhilarated and elated by the whole experience.

The next day I took on the Kintyre course and I was keen to play a competition type round to post a reasonable score. I joined a husband and wife to make a three ball, and they made me aware the lady was a novice and the round might be painful. It would not have been my ideal scenario, but off we went none the less.

In May 1989 I played both the Ailsa and the Kintyre on the same day. The Kintrye was,  actually called the Arran in those days, and it has changed somewhat during the passing 20 odd years. I was, therefore, keen to see the new design.

Things did not start well, and I was taken aback by the tight nature of the opening holes, however, I kept to my plan to post a score, and after opening 8,5,5,8,7 (33) against a par of 20, I went round the remaining 13 holes in 9 over par, a very satisfying days work.

The hotel improved as our stay went on. The first night we ate in the 1906 restaurant and the food was average at best. We had a bar meal the next night which was excellent, and then had out own private dining room the final night, which did seat ten, but nobody else had booked it. It was the hotel equivalent of a Michelin starred eatery and did not disappoint.

The Friday night and Saturday the hotel was accepting GroupOn voucher guests and it appeared that the staff were somewhat off hand with them, whereas our attention level increased when they realised we were there for longer than the one night deal the other guests had booked.

Its definitely a place we will revisit, with the BMW championships scheduled in late September. So I will have to get to Royal Liverpool and try to qualify for that again.

Call that a half Simon?

Now a week is a long time in politics, and I think I have said that on here before, but just imagine that one weekend you are attending the Patterdale Show in the Lake District, and then paddling a raft in a race, dressed as a viking.

The next week you are teeing it up with the greatest golfer of modern times, Tiger Woods, in the BMW Championship at Cog Hill near Chicago.

Next week its Brentford v Bristol Rovers, but hey ho!!!

So first the show. Well my mucker 'Off the record' Dick has reported the events at the show and on the river here in his blog of 31st August, and a fine summary it is too. There were sheep and dogs, and shepherds and shepherdesses, if one is allowed to call them such these days. To my mind thought the best Sheep were the Black ones I consumed throughout the evening!!

I was excused duties on the raft to be honest as it was unclear whether our new design would take the weight of five of us. As Dick points out in the end it would only carry three such. Still we took part and by all accounts have kept the race alive following our pirate escapades last year.

So myself and SWMBO arrived home on the Monday to be presented with (almost) the trip of a lifetime. I got a call from the BMW golf office in London telling me there was a space at the pro-am prior to the third leg of the FedEx Cup and could I get there?

Well a quick call on Tuesday to the boss, then Virgin Atlantic and finally to Octagon in Chicago and we are both on our way. We arrived to be greeted with a chauffeur and a logo'd BMW and so it went on for the week....shopping madam? we'll drop you off, just call when you need a pickup.....off to the course sir, let us take you....and for three days BMW did us proud.

The highlight arrived on the Wednesday when I got to play the pro-am. The previous night my German colleagues and I attended the partner party where we got to choose who to play with. They fancied a European, but by the time our number came out of the hat they had all gone.

I suggested we went for Lucas Glover. That would sandwich us between Tiger and his team and Sergio Garcia. It would also give us a first tee start and Lucas is after all the US Open Champion. They went with it and that's how we got to be in reception inthe hotel at 5am with the Tiger man himself. He signed a few autographs and drove himself to the course (in a Buick!!).

We followed his group all the way round, and beat them by 4 shots, coming a creditable 4th out of 52 teams, but sadly just outside the prizes. All in all though, a great day, which I shared with Lucas Glover, my caddie Joe, a Chuck Evans Scholar, and a few hundred other people who were gracious enough on the 18th green to applaud my approach putt.

As I mentioned in my blog only a few days ago, golf is one of those games where you can tread the boards on which perform your hero's. On this occasion I was able to do it at the same time

I said left, not right......

I am pleased with my new car, and I hate to say it, but one of the best bits in the sat nav. I have always resisted buying a TomTom or similar, as i think part of being a bloke is the right to get lost. its all part of the adventure.

"yes I know where we are", "No you don't, why don't you stop and ask?" "Its fine we will be there is a few minutes", "The kids are getting upset".....and so it goes on. You always manage to get there in the end though, and feel really pleased with yourself.

The sat nav has taken all that challenge out of driving and I must say I quite enjoy it.It calculates the ETA, it lets me know if there are traffic problems and can plan diversions. That was particularly useful in Lancaster last week, and it shows golf courses, petrol stations and hospitals if you want it to. Although now we don't argue about directions, i don't need the last category as much as I used to.

I still take the occasional wrong turn just to upset the lady doing the voice over, but she has not resigned from map reading just yet.......time will tell.

How many can a man have?

Well, a week ago I had no BMWs, and now theoretically I have two!!

Regular readers will recall that in October last year my virtually new BMW was stolen from outside my house in Chiswick, West London. I had the keys so indications were that it had been towed away. The deal was that I had to wait six months for it to be an insurance right off and I could then order a new one. That I duly did and it is sitting outside with 800 miles on the clock having arrived last week.

So you could knock me down with a feather this morning when the Metropolitan Police called me to say the original car had been identified. They had found it in a hotel car park in Dublin Airport.

Well that's not strictly true. The hotel contacted their local BMW dealer to say it had sat there for three months and could they get it shifted. On checking the dealership found it was stolen and contacted the Guarda who contacted the Met. Its still in the car park and the owner of the hotel wants to know who is going to pay for the three months parking charges!!

As an aside, the car was taken from a street about 50 yards from the Chiswick Moran hotel. The group have recently acquired the Bewley chain of hotels in Ireland, and yes you've guessed it, the stolen car was in the Bewley, Dublin Airport, hotel. Seems like somebody wanted a lift home!!!

Right side of the fairway sir....

I managed to grab a bit of R &R this week, with a couple of rounds of golf round at two of the 'name' clubs in England, The Belfry and Wentworth.

The Belfry is renowned as the course which was the home of the Ryder Cup and swung the fortunes of the GB and Ireland team in the early nineties. The course has always been on my list of those to play, as the 10th hole and the 18th hole are in my book of 1001 golf holes to play before you die.

Many people have described The Belfry as an average course with three or four good holes, and sadly the experience of this week has backed that up. The condition of the course was poor even for the early time in the year, and frankly it was no better than municipal standard. The 10th hole was being dug up and reshaped, so we did not get to play that. The 18th was a long par 4 with two carries over water. we both made the first but found watery lies for our approach shots which was a shame. So tricked off the list but no urge to need to play it again.

One of the captains of the Ryder Cup team during its resurgence, was Bernard Gallagher, father of Kirsty, and long term Wentworth member and professional. As we approached the club on Wednesday his statue is the first thing you notice, as it sits on the first tee.

The Wentworth event was a BMW promotional day, with team and individual prizes. it was competed on the greens of the West course, or Burma Road as it is called, and is the track used for the BMW Masters in May and the Matchplay Championship in October. Consequently it is on the TV all the time, so one feels like you know it as you do the Belfry.

There is, however, no comparison. Wentworth is a natural true Brit course laid down bu Harry Colt using the contours of nature. The Belfry is a man made American style course which modern architects need to use little imagination to develop.

We did not win any prizes, but were fortunate to be afforded the facilities for the day as after the BMW in May, all the greens will be remodelled and much of the course will be given a Spring clean in readiness for the 2010 season. The greens are suffering from 70 years of wear and tear and now is the right time to do the regeneration.

It is likely to cost the Wentworth club £3-4million in expense and lost revenue, although with the East course and the Edinburgh course, the members will still have somewhere to play.......good game, good game, as one of them would say!

I just said 'Blow the Bloody Doors Off'

Have you ever got out of bed in the morning and wondered where you have parked the car? Well that happened to me today, except I had not moved the car for three days, and it was not outside where I thought I had left it.
'That's strange' , I thought, I am sure it was there last night. So some entrepreneur of low moral fibre had tea leaved it for purpose or purposes unknown.
It will be used in a ram raid, or just driven round and dumped when it runs out of fuel said the local old bill I on the other hand had conjured up the image of it being stolen to order and already being resprayed, getting fitted with new number plates and shipped off to Cuba to star in a new James Bond film.

It had a bit of stuff in the boot, and cd's and electrical gismo's, but as I am off to Portugal tomorrow for a spot of golf, my passport and most of my equipment was luckily safely indoors.

So if any of you see a 5 Series blue BMW sticking out of a shop front near you, it could be mine!

Oxymoron

I have had serious toothache this week, and anybody who knows me has been keeping well clear. Grumpy is not in it. To indicate how bad the pain was, I have been popping painkillers like smarties, and I am normally so against them you would not believe.

To a certain extent its my own fault. I knew I needed some treatment, so went to see my regular dental practise, knowing my usual dentist had moved away to start his own.

I found his replacement did not do NHS treatment, and after assessing my dental needs, two fillings and a crown, he quoted almost £400. He also took great delight in showing me his gold fillings and saying they were the way to go and I should have them. I took an instant dislike to the guy, and thought if I was going to pay that amount of money I would rather give it to somebody else.

He was also arrogant and rude to his dental nurse, but I am informed this is not unusual. My wife is in the trade and knows a thing or two about it.

So, I thought I would find a practise taking on NHS patients and rang the local NHS patient assistance line (PALS). They gave me a few names, but before registering with any of them I lodged a piece of wheatgerm in the damaged cavity and pierced into the nerve.......hurt or what!!

So now I am patched up. I found a very pleasant Polish dentist in Acton who assessed me, although he declined me as an NHS patient as the work was not worth his while for the fixed fees he can claim from them. He did quote £250 though and made no mention of crowns, just standard fillings. I mentioned the fact that I played for London Polish RFC in my youth, in Balham, South London and that seemed to help the relationship. he said he could see me on the NHS for checkups and other 'minor' work, so that was a step int he right direction.

The Polish connection reminded me of my embarrassing moment on the H22 bus after a recent rugby match when I engaged a young lady in conversation. She was not too keen to talk and said she did not understand as she was Polish. I then impishly asked her was she a plumber or an electrician....she got off at the next stop!

Talking of teeth, a few weeks ago there was an article about a chap who had crashed his new £125,000 BMW into a lamp post when he took his girlfriend out for a spin in it. Apparently she distracted him while he was driving and he was quoted as being relieved when, on impact, she had screamed!