Golf, Ghosts, God

I played golf this evening. Midsummer madness. I was terrible, which was pleasing, because on all indications prior I was so far beyond terrible the English language runs out of descriptive power. My team came 7th out of 8 teams. I was given a can of Belhaven Best and a bag of Smarties as a prize. Fantastic.
And Most Haunted Live is on. Yvette got scared by a weird raspy voice. Cool. Richard Felix, the dude I met in Derby at the Gaol sleepover, is doing some table tipping. Wahey! I still don’t believe in ghosts, but I am more and more convinced they should exist just for the coolness of it.
And I’m frikkin’ exhausted and don’t really know what’s going on. The long sunlight hours are screwing up already hazy sleeping patterns.
Yesterday, at scenic North Berwick, Malcolm and I got in trouble for balancing. I ate some kanafe or however it’s spelt, an insanely sweet middle eastern thing, and it gave me a deeply unpleasant sugar rush that is still playing out. Yah.
And Leon (of ‘Leon is a god’ fame) is in town with his lovely gf Laura. Tomorrow night I will seee them, yah!
All of this to say: I have several blog posts about the rapidly-approaching G8 event and protests here in Edinburgh. But I am in no state whatsoever to write them now.
Most Haunted Live is back on! Be careful Yvette! THE TABLE IS MOVING!

4 thoughts on “Golf, Ghosts, God”

  1. First time forever for any New Zealand. So the first kiwi was the first Maori. Nice.
    I’m curious Morgue. Whaddya think of the G8 finance ministers cancelling a bunch of debt for thrid world countries? Is this what you’ve been asking for? Will it make a difference?
    And whaddaya think of the inability of the the developed nations, especially CHOGM, to deal with Mugabe?

  2. Heh, the “British Open” is just called The Open Championship. It’s the big one in golf.
    Shame Morgue isn’t as hot as Campbell on the greens though 😉

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