Green Shadow

Our annual memorial golf day for Gregor.

Twenty of us had a great game in memory of Gregor, who we lost a few years ago.

Everyone managed to stay quite civilised at the club, where we had received a warning last year after some naughtiness. Then we left the club and had a game of darts in the local pub where, on hitting the bullseye to win a game, Del turned round and shouted 'GAME, SET AND THE F***ING MATCH', louder than I've ever heard anyone shout in my life.

The whole pub stopped what it was doing and gave us dirty looks. Old men fell off their seats or spat their false teeth into their beer, as we tried to stop wetting our pants laughing. Oh dear.

It all went downhill from there....Gregor would have approved.