"Well I've been on package tours before....."

I am sure you are all pleased to hear that I avoided winning 'The Rabbit' on the recent golf trip to Wales. It was a close run thing, but close is fine by me.

It was interesting though that the recent bird flu outbreak should be in Conwy on the day I played there, given I am part of the team setting up an emergency response unit for Defra at the moment. No planting of infection was involved, however, and I am sure the team dealt with the requirements more than satisfactorily.

Kierans 21st birthday bash passed off without too many incidents although his 7ft tall Uncle John did get bit squiffy towards the end and started parodying Monty Python in the Travel Agent Sketch... '.... and their Watney's Red Barrel and their swimming pools full of fat German businessmen pretending to be acrobats and forming pyramids and frightening the children....' although in this case the children were 20 year olds!!

We also had an offer on the house over the weekend, but it fell some way below our expectations so we have said to the agent must try harder. It's an interesting hierarchy they have. The sharp suited twenty something with the patent pointy shoes does all the leg work and shows the punters round, then as soon as there is an offer in steps the Branch Manager to claim all the glory for the sale. The sharpie could do with a bit of coaching on how to sell a property, but then they probably have yet to own one themselves so lack the common sense experiences of life in general really.

So a lively ten days, lets see what the next few hold.....

The Only Gay in the Village

I am on a golf jolly in North Wales at the moment. There are ten of us playing some cracking courses. Already we have played Conwy, Nefyn and today, Royal St Davids in Harlech. All have most spectacular scenery and are to be recommended to all ardent golfers. I was third in the 'Masters, last yesterday and fourth today, so a bit up and down. We are staying in a small village called Criccieth, which seems to be dominated by gay hoteliers. They are all very hospitable, but mostly resemble characters from Lord of The Rings, rather than Little Britain.

Criccieth itself must have been a pleasant seaside resort in its time, but is now dominated by Chavy type people, and is quite run down. Whatever they do with the village though, it will always remain in Wales, so there is not a lot of hope for it.

Tomorrow we play Porthmadog before returning home, I need a good score to avoid winning the 'Rabbit'