Dave the Welshman

Dave was a close friend and colleague of mine at university in the early ‘70s, in fact our academic careers were similarly studded with mediocrity! Dave migrated with his parents from North Wales when he was 9yo, retaining his accent well into adult life and despite being a very quiet, almost reclusive personality, he was always well liked at the Vet school.
He immediately dropped out of circulation and has never been to a reunion. Nobody knew what had happened to him but I finally tracked him down and today, isbi and I caught up with Dave at the Roseville golf club (his second home).
Here we are, both showing the ravages of the years but still standing. In the past, Dave has played off a handicap of one but this has blown out to 6 over the last few years (I’ve been known to be 6 over after 2 holes)!!!
Dave’s old party trick after a couple of beers was to roll off the name of the Welsh village Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch. He can still do it (without the beers) 50 years later!!