Is there anyone here other than me who if forced to play alone forever at the same place would at some point would take up another hobby?? I'd be really excited about Cypress Point (or wherever else you prefer) for about 30 rounds, but after that I'd need someone to share it with.
Andy - you are not alone - see my first post (reply #4). I would call this a strange form of hell.
TH
This guy was travelling across the Pacific when the plane had to ditch. Anyway, to cut a long story short, he ends up on a tropical paradise island with Paris Hilton (insert alternate desirable female if you prefer). They are the only two people on the island.
Well, nature takes its course, and these two are very close, and very happy. After a couple of months, the guy says to Paris
"What say we do dress-ups today? Paris, can you wear this dark-wig, and beard"
"OK" says Paris, and puts on the gear.
The guy sidles up to Paris and says "Hey mate, you'll never guess who I am dating!"
James B
Father O'Reilly left the local parish in Ireland to visit North Berwick for the annual Catholic conference in June. Father O'Reilly was a keen golfer, but was disappointed that his only day in North Berwick was Sunday. What to do?
Well, Father O'Reilly got up early as the sun rose, and dashed out onto the West links wearing some disguising attire. He played as a single (no-one else was up at that time), and perhaps because it was the sabbath (he never played on the sabbath!) his golf was poor.
He came to the 14th, still early in the morning and still no-one around. Forgettable golf, at best. He proceeded to play another weak foozle which did not meet the requirements of 'Perfection' and so he dragged his feet to #15 - Redan.
At this moment, St Peter and God looked down from above onto the links of North Berwick West, and sighted Father O'Reilly. St Peter said
"look at Father O'Reilly down there, playing golf on the sabbath and thinking no-one can see him. We should do something about this, God."
And God did do something. As Father O'Reilly stepped onto the 15th tee, the sun came out of the clouds, the sea glistened, and the birds arrived on the nearby islands. Father O'Reilly struck a 3-wood into a slight breeze, its drawn flight gently arching through the still-orange morning sky, pitched into the fronting slope of the Redan and turned left towards the pin. For what seemed an eternity, the ball gradually fed to the back left pin, stopped briefly on the edge before falling into the hole for a one. Father O'Reilly had never played a shot like this, nor had he seen such a beautiful spot. 20 seconds of pure, unadulterated ecstasy!
St Peter said to God "what did you do that for - he has had the best moment in his golfing life. I thought you were going to fix him?"
God replied "I DID, WHO CAN HE TELL ABOUT THIS MOMENT IN HIS LIFE? NO-ONE!"
My apologies to any catholics that I may have inadvertently offended.
James B