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Miserable Seth Maudlin In Defeat

In one of the biggest falls from grace since Adam and Eve tried to keep the Doctor away, reigning Kent Open Champion and British number 17  Seth Thomas slumped to an abject 28th place finish in the Star City Open. Despite high hopes on improving on his unsatisfactory performance in the same event last year, little could be done to aid his play once the jiffs appeared to take over. An average of an unfathomable 9 shots a round behind the leaders, Seth dropped more shots in his first 9 holes than he did in the entirety of his Kent Open win.

This derisory display has led to fresh speculation as to his place in the game and indeed his commitment to it, with some suggesting his new found preoccupation with Darts could perhaps be affecting his game. An unknown source close to his family revealed today that he was spending near 20 minutes a day chucking pointy things at a round object. In fact this led to a caution from the Police after a neighbour complained about having cacti lobbed at her rear. One unnamed BMGA Tour professional, said this ”It’s undeniable Darts is affecting his minigolf, I was playing hole 18 with him yesterday and he tried a ridiculous double rebound, he told me he thought we had to finish with a double, honestly the closer he gets to hitting 180′s in Darts the closer he gets to hitting 180 over 3 rounds in minigolf.”

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Seth's hero. Half the player he used to be.

Seth himself has yet to comment on these rumours, but an official statement is expected to be released shortly. British number 1 Michael Smith tried to allay these fears saying ”’When he is relaxed, he plays better minigolf than anyone in this country past or present, he proved that with that ridiculous four round sequence at Hither Green in practice, he won’t let that ability go to pasture” the sequence in question, of 4 rounds under 30 including two 26′s whilst impressive, did come under the influence of Haribo, this notorious performance enhancing drug long since banned from BMGA events.

While it is believed the British number 17 will be present at the British Masters in April looking to improve upon his respectable 5th place finish from last year. The bookmakers seem less than  convinced with Madbrokes offering odds of 2 to 1 that British Number 48 Alex ‘Perfect Par’ Pragnell beats Seth by a margin of 5 shots or greater.

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A new dawn is approaching and it will be perfect.

In other sporting news, Tooting/Wandsworth based Seth Thomas stormed to victory in the Arcade Games winning comfortably all the fixtures he played. The bashful teenager was modest in victory unable to offer explanation as to his surprise domination, ”It’s like well weird I play this game right called minigolf and I can barely hold my putter then I come down d’ Arcade and I’m like OMG my hands are doing what I ask them to I was just ROFL by the end really, I dunna wha’ to say, to defeat these legends in such a way big man ting I don’t know what was gwaaning, d’ only worry is can I take this form into the next 2 pound tat challenge?”.

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Playing it by Air.

Perhaps foreshadowing his terrible minigolf performance, and the idea that perhaps an alternate career choice might be wise, Seth Thomas took a little time out from minigolf by conducting an interview with maverick minigolf blogger and mild mannered man, ‘the Machine’ Oliver Florence, admittedly the interview was conducted during a round of minigolf but lets not split hairs just yet!* The Walton upon Guildford based man was extremely enthused about his minigolf blogging, particularly the fact that he never released a blog unless he was a hundred percent happy with it. Whether this was a thinly veiled attack on the father of minigolf blogging is up for question, but it is certainly true that Oliver emphasised the importance of quality to his blogs, revealing that he sometimes wrote as many as 14 drafts.Indeed a rare outburst of annoyance when questioned about his output led to some choice words ”I don’t understand why people criticise me for not writing enough blogs, I write tonnes of blogs but I happen to have a cr** filter which means most of them do not see the light of day”. Oliver Florence did express one regret however saying ”I wish I hadn’t named it the minigolfer, with my forays into the world of bread golf and wormcharming, I feel I have really limited myself from the mass audiences these activities could bring to my blog, there’s much more to it than minigolf”. When asking about his own blog, Mr Thomas was encouraged to give up. Oliver Florence was rather grim, ”The minigolf blogging market has reached saturation point, Michael’s reports, Rocket’s round ups, Will, Alex and Owen’s blogs, the amount of minigolf based writing on the Internet has reached horrendous levels. ‘The Ham and Egger Files’ had to have a high output when it was the only example of its type on the market, but now there is too much. Something has to give, if you don’t enjoy writing your blog that much, then  just don’t write it!”. Apparent plans to introduce a pay-wall to http://theminigolfer.wordpress.com/ are what is reputed to have led to Oliver’s recent attacks on his blogging rivals. Oliver however was having none of this ”These pay-wall plans have been in place for ages, before your blog before Alex, Will’s and Owen’s blogs, I don’t need to tell people not to read them, If they’ve read them once already, then that job is done”. What followed this comment is unfortunately unpublishable, needless to say the interview was brought to a horrid premature close. Later that night Birmingham A and E had to deal with multiple finger fractures, in a horrible ‘Air Hockey’ accident Mr Thomas had had two fingers broken.

Oliver Florence had a chipped nail and a new nickname.

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From small Acorns do Mighty Oaks grow.

He’d just added Mean to the Machine.

*What follows might not be quite true, I cannot remember the interview in its entirety, perhaps because I passed out in pain and was unconscious for several hours ;)

p.s This could have been 3 separate longer blogs but I wanted to spoil you. It’s definitely not laziness.

Mysterious Golf

The One With The Pointless Friends Reference

Saturday the 26th saw Britain’s foolhardiest minigolfers down in Dorridge preparing for the last event of the season. With a pair of invitational tournaments played, one of which gave out no invites and the other of which had an ‘organiser’ who could not be bothered to give out more than 3. It looked like perhaps minigolf’s friendly image had gone down the drain, certainly this could be seen to be the case after a group of ramblers were mocked, photographed and encouraged to ”jog on”. But this was far from true, somehow word had got out of my kind invitation to stay at the Smith household or the  ’house of champions’* as Squire affectionately called it, and several friendly matches were played.

As for the invitational tournaments, unfortunately I was unable to win the Green Invitational Tournament being comprehensively outplayed by my team mate Chris Smith, who narrowly missed out on the overall win squandering in the process a rare opportunity to beat his son, Britain’s best player!

Captain Ruthers finally won his epically long Cambridge Invitational in a sudden death play-off.

Wannabe Peter Jones Spotted

As for the friendlies, Squire once again teamed up with a different partner, he’s really been round the block this guy! And alongside Clockwork Orange (That’s me) achieved what the Kelly’s have yet to, comprehensively defeating the Smith’s 4 and 2. (Like an episode of Family Fortunes this, question is who’s Les Dennis?)

Sunday the 27th saw the tenth annual minigolf club championships and aside from the absence of those legends of minigolf Planet Hastings, a respectable complement of eight teams were signed up.

Incidentally,  I was watching Ross Kemp on Gangs and it was quite upsetting to see Ross blubbing after a choice insult from the inimitable Tim Davies so acerbic and biting that it had ripped the hair off the poor man’s head.

But back to the the ‘gangs’ that were there, favourites Kent more commonly known as K*nt due to a worldwide shortage of e’s, w*r* looking to r*tain the titl*. But as ever they had a bevy of great teams to contend with who shall now be looked at.

Firstly Midlands A, sadly missed last year it was expected they would put in a good performance playing at their home venue of sorts. Team spokesman ‘Johnson Paul Johnson’ had this to say ‘If we put in some sound as a pound good rounds then we will run the other teams into the ground’

Secondly Cambridgeshire, who had after some apparently heartbreaking poetic missives had managed to obtain a full complement for their maiden push at the title. After seeing Captain Ruthers great work it is rumoured he is now in talks with the NSPCC to direct some of their adverts.

Thirdly London, with a reportedly Sturdy line up they were hoping to improve their already fantastic record in this competition. Rumours of in team strife proved unfounded despite there apparently being a Burke in the team.

Also present were the Green Hornets who despite coming third last year had lost their two best players and were now going to have to deal with the quite different experience of not playing on home soil. Team Captain, Seth the optimist, widely regarded as a bit of a Clock (That’s me) had this to say ”Well really it’s just a honour to be playing on the same hallowed turf as these guys, I’ve brought some memorabilia to be signed and I am looking forward to meeting my hero Der Gott once again”

We get our 'refunds'.

The Kent B team (Turns head at gun being cocked) sorry, the wonderful, fantastic, second world war winning Hurricanes were everyone’s big tip to win the final by a never seen before and unprecedented 18 holes.Their team spokesman had this to say ”To B or not to B, I don’t think much of that question.”

Finally making up the all star line up were fittingly the Minigolf Allstars, shockingly not captained by Praggers who had this to say (can I think of no other way to introduce a quote?) ”Well it’s par for the course really, despite my inexorable rise I am aware that as my good Pa used to say to me, life is not a party nor a piece of cake, we do not always get what we want, besides I have my eyes on other things*”.

Speaking of cake, Mr Kipling better watch out as the cakes Mr X brought along to the tournament certainly had the X Factor.

Unfortunately with the Midlands B team having to miss the tournament due to mysterious circumstances* reducing the tournament to seven teams. Tournament organiser Sean Homer decided to put to a vote whether the format should be changed or kept  (there was a brief pause when someone complained that they were not using AV, my first choice would have been yes and my second no by the way)  and with a narrow margin of four votes to three, it was decided to keep the current format. Giving the three teams in the Midlands B group walkovers. After this the Spitfires had another effective walkover when they played the Green Hornets.

With some fantastic action and tight matches and great play all round, have a look at Michael Smith’s excellent report for details (http://www.kentminigolfclub.co.uk/2011BCC.htm), and after an exhilarating but unfortunately freezing couple of hours we were finally left with a unexpected final, the minigolf equivalent of Spain versus Costa Rica. The Green Minigolf Club versus the might of the Kent Spitfires, 4 of the top 5 players in the country versus 4….people. The earlier group stage match between them showing the Green to be so poor as to be green with envy at the talents of the American Samoa football team.

Surely anything but a huge win for the Spitfires would be Insania, yet after seven holes the Hornets were somehow emulating Costa Rica with a one hole lead with 5 holes to play could they hold it together? Surely…not. And then showing the true class you associate with the Spitfire, the style dial was suddenly turned up to 11, with the Spitfires winning 2 of the next 3 holes. And so we came to hole 11. The dreaded pipe hole, the Greens worse hole on  paper as had been seen in the (GIT), with just 2 holes remaining it was not looking good…..

With Marc urging everyone to have a good ganders at and feel of his balls and Wandsworth offering a good old reach around inside his ball bag and complaining that it was hard to get a good grip on his shaft as his hands were cold, it would be fair to say a lot of queer stuff happened that weekend, not least the Green ridiculously managing to get three aces on 11 taking it to the final hole. Or as Freebird would presumably say, paper smaper statistics smatistics. (You haven’t read Michael’s report yet have you?…yeah, yeah sure, you would have laughed otherwise)

Marc's Balls

Hole 12 was a bit of an anti climax really. The only fun part came when on conceding a putt, I got the Kent players name wrong, it was less me forgetting Annie’s name though and more me getting my tongue twisted. Tempted as I was to pretend to hand my putter to Olly Florry to take my shot on 12, with the verbal slip up I feared looking like I was taking the mick. A couple of clickers creeped close but none dropped.

Praggers exhibits his telekinesis powers

Orange Clock (That’s me ;) ) was irritated as as on hole 10 his ball once again hit the hole directly taking all the pace out of it. This excitement meant we saw the first draw of the day, but as this was the final there had to be a winner so we moved on to sudden death.

Captain Clockwork (If you don’t know yet…) had been the only member of his team to get any aces on hole 1 with a respectable 3 out of 5 though one of those had come in the walkover round. So he knew he had to get the ace as it was more than likely his team mates would not be able to, he also knew however as soon as he hit his putt that he had mucked up the line. With the rest of his team he watched on with trepidation as the Spitfires played the hole, as earlier, Marc and Andy missed the ace. And so stepped up Michael, Britain’s number one, arguably already Britain’s greatest minigolfer despite playing for a relatively short amount of time, he had aced 6 of the previous 11 holes he had had the chance to play. Surely surely even he could not ace seven out of 12 holes in a high pressure final. Let me just say, a clip of this event won’t turn up on ‘a Question of Sport’ of course the putt was perfect, pace and line spot on, the ball might as well have been laser guided.

Well done Spain..I mean Spitfires you did what you were expected to do and you did it well. If you make it three in a row next year no one will blink an eyelid, except perhaps to shed a tear of annoyance!

But…..I have heard the Hurricanes are looking to raise up a ‘storm’ next year, so big it will down even the mightiest of planes. (Turns head (”Have I phrased that right”)

WATCH THIS SPACE (or rather go on the BMGA website in a years time to find out the result of the 2012 British Club Championship, provided of course the world has not ended by then!)

On the journey home, my continued free loading and excellent weekend finally turned sour when despite having a train ticket to get home in a journey that would take 3 hours at the very most. I decided to take up the kind offer of the Donnelly’s to go by car presuming it would be more comfortable and interesting as I would have people to talk to. Delays on the M40 however meant, I wasn’t back in London for 4 hours and 50 minutes, yet I had another hour and a half of train travel to go! The highlight of which was a drunk lady puking up copious amounts whilst sitting near to me. (unlike much of this blog this bit is completely true!)

*For those who asked, no I did not have to sleep on a bed made of trophies nor did I have to drink from old silver cups. What is true is I had a lovely time, and got to spend ages talking about and watching my favourite subject tennis!”

*Can I make it clear that the Midlands B team did not I repeat NOT pull out due to threats received, on being overheard referring to the Hurricanes as something so disgusting I have had to censor it K*** * T***.

*Rumour has it that Praggers is planning on becoming the next BMGA Chairman.

The Indomitable Praggers

The man obsessed with twos has to have two captions right!

I Kent believe it!

With the Green no more and my appetite for minigolf waning as a consequence. Some truly shoddy play in the last couple of minigolf tournaments had seen me lose to Praggers and be beaten thrice in a row by Freddy ‘The Shark’ Blackburn-Shaw, a player I like to think myself as the equal of.

So I came to the Kent Open, played at the same venue as the British Open (scene of my mini breakdown see Britass Open blog for details) with not so much apprehension but indifference.

On the Saturday the KMGC were holding their (KIT) Kent invitational tournament which I decided to play in with the KMGC ball, which was the only ball we were allowed to use in the main tournament. Most of the Kent lot stuck to using minigolf balls however, presumably in search of precious ranking points.

My first round went predictably well, a grand total of zero aces, four lovely threes and a four leaving me with a forty two to be proud of. (My ball getting stuck on hole 13 a personal highlight).

Not that I had played quite bad enough for that score to be merited. A point I made to TK Max when he enquired after my round, with me telling him honestly that I had played alright but had been quite unlucky. To which he replied ”I’ve never heard that one from you before Seth”, cue general mirth. Which slightly grated, as when I play sh** as I do half the time, I am generally pretty blunt about my performance.

A much better though irrelevant 34, two aces no dropped shots left me as the third placed guest behind a solid David Donnelly.

With that over and my practice for the day done, I headed home, a brief stop at the chip shop (hey that rhymes) the only diversion. The evening was then whiled away watching two episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and reading Just William (Ruddy heck I’ve regressed hugely, makes a pleasant change from school though!).

I cannot really remember what happened the next day, needless to say it must have been enjoyable seeing as I won.

Enough for a football match.

Knowing I had found it nigh impossible to get aces with the golf ball the previous day in the KIT and in practice, I settled on making sure of the twos, with only two blemishes on my score card and only one courtesy of bad play from me (played a poor tee shot on hole 8 and my second putt pulled up a cm short). My aim was achieved and surprisingly it was good enough for victory by one shot despite six players out acing me.

The day before on being asked who would win I had said to Will Donnelly ”I am definitely going to win” just to wind him up and I stuck with that line despite him saying ”no who do you actually think will win?”. It was a nice surprise to have him apologise to me after the tournament about it which I found quite funny.

Also going into the third and final round leading a BMGA tournament for the first time ever I was naturally quite nervous, not helped by some silly sledging. My personal favourite of which was AK47 saying to me of ambulance sirens going past. ”oh they’re coming to perform the Heimlich manoeuvre”.

I definitely learnt a lot from this tournament not least that when I am putting well, I do well unsurprisingly. The quality of my tee shots do not usually change much from day to day but my putting certainly does and how important it is to maintain a high standard of putting was definitely crystallised for me. The only player on the BMGA tour who has as big a variability on the quality of their putting is possibly Nick Sandqvist but even then I am not sure it goes from as large extremes as mine. Once I sort out this problem, I definitely think I could win one or two more tournaments. It is probably linked with the mental side of the game as well, so hopefully I can kill two birds with one stone and have a greater rate of success transferring practice form into tournament success especially now I have a tournament win.

A good place to start this would be Dorridge, where I will do everything possible to ensure success for the Green club championship team bar knobbling other players.

VTG

Take a look at Michael Smith’s excellent report for more details: http://www.kentminigolfclub.co.uk/2011ko.htm

Commiserations to The Rocket who probably should have won this tournament. Having looked into my crystal minigolf ball,

The old men of minigolf.

Star City will be where you break your tournament duck outside of The Green!

 

Mini but Crazy

Five long years ago now, the Gods of minigolf blogging or the Peaceful Gods as they like to be known set off on their Crazy World of Minigolf Tour as detailed in the fantastic blog ‘The Ham and Egger Files’. To mark this brilliant achievement and in recognition of what they have done to help publicise the game of minigolf and other interesting activities. They are to be awarded with the Clockwork Orange stamp of achievement, said by many to be as respected as an honorary degree from the Welsh College of Horticulture in Equestrian psychology. Personally I would place it alongside a E in GCSE Theater Studies in the Pantheon of excellence.

Are you taking the Pith?

I am also honouring this marvellous achievement, by somewhat following in their footsteps. Shortly I will be embarking on my ‘Mini World of Crazy Golf Tour’. In this tour I plan to visit five courses (one to mark each year) and review them, if possible in a mildly humorous fashion. These reviews will of course be posted to this blog.

 

http://hamandeggerfiles.blogspot.com/

If Carlsberg did minigolf blogs…

Perfect Paranoia

Recently I set up a fun fan website for my great friend and minigolf rival Alex Pragnell or Perfect Par as he would like to be known.

Praggers was not overly impressed with my handiwork believing the website to be mocking and ‘making a laugh of me’.

As a result of this, he requested that I give him leave to edit it for accuracy. Which he did, though not to too much clamour, long time Praggers fan Marc ‘Model of a Modern Major Minigolfer’ Chapman had this to say, ‘ The tabs are in different Caps and the punctuation isn’t as good either….’. Marc is a long time member of the Team Ellipsis fan club (look up the facebook group they’re fun :) ),.

In response to this clear demand for the original site to be available for all again, I made it so, the task did not phaser me. It was hardly a trek to the stars.

PP greeting one of his many fans!

The sites have been up for a reasonable amount of time now and yet nobody has joined. Now the question I have to ask myself is this, has nobody joined the site that I made because it is shite or because the appetite for more Perfect Par is waning? As a self confessed Par Maniac and follower of Praggeritism there can only be one answer to the question.

Now, knowing that my handiwork must be awful, so so so bad that it is turning people off Perfect Par just one last question remains. Do I have Perfect PARanoia or Super PARanoia?

Links to the aforementioned sites: (please join) edit: Actually don’t, Perfect is far from Parfait

http://www.wix.com/perfectminigolf/perfectpar#!

A link to my original site would be included here, but I have found out Praggers has got rid of it :( .

The (Not So Terrible) Tantrum

The Britass Open

The British Open

Day 1   (Onwards and Upwards)

Having not played minigolf for nearly as long as I have neglected this blog (honestly I’ve been busy guv’nor), I was not expecting to play particularly well nor get much out of minigolf’s second major of the year. And I did not disappoint certainly in the first regard. Preparation was so poor as to be non existent and I was not particularly keen on playing the event.

But having found out that Praggers and The Johnson would be in residence, that alone being enough to turn anyone’s head, and that the top Brits were favoured to win, this weekend was clearly going to be unmissable, one for the scrapbook with or without the extraneous S.

And so we were off, Eirik the fire warm Swede making the early running, and my own score card not requiring a high level of mathematics to work out the pattern. The long day finished with Eirik, Mark and Michael having manufactured a sustainable gap over the rest of the field.

Seth  ‘Who should I take as my plus one?’  Thomas

36

37

38

39 (7 and a 3 on the last two holes for the sequence)

Day 2   (The Calamity in The Cave)

Entering hole eight ‘The Cave’, a hole I had hit three three’s on on Saturday, I was two under for my round knowing that I was well on track for making the top 18, my only aim for the tournament. And then it happened, I left myself a six maybe seven inch put for the two a position I had not been lucky enough to be anywhere close to the previous four rounds. I smiled, strode up to my ball a cocky air to my walk, addressed the ball nonchalantly and with Emile Heskey like precision slid the ball over the rim of the cup, these evil cups forged in the depths of Hell, these stupid God forsaken, butt clenchingly awful, poisonous, vindictive, venomous, spiteful and Satanic so called cups. Naturally, I missed the return. If it was not for my sunburn, you would have been able to see through me.

At this point I would rather be anywhere else but on the course, thinking about how such a simple hole could constantly get the better of me, like being beaten at Chess by someone who would rather suck the pieces than move them around. Now I lost it, I just could not be bothered any more, what was the point of getting aces if you would just throw them away at the same places.

I threw away 5 shots in the acceding 5 holes not giving pause to think about the second or even third putts, two or three putting in five seconds was better than taking two’s in ten seconds for me at that moment. Still seething immensely, it was only the increasingly bemused look on Maths my playing partner’s face that encouraged me finally to concentrate and get back to normal if only out of respect for the both of my partners and I managed to hit three aces in the last six holes. I concentrated in my next round too, but was only able to get the one ace for a 35. As a consequence of these shenanigans, I missed out on the top 18 by two strokes and not only did I get to miss out on playing a round I was not in the mood for, but I won £25 as the aces champion (only eligible for those outside the top 18) and a medal to boot. Admittedly my bronze junior medal could well have been a silver, but regardless I was delighted. When I lost my temper there was no thought in my mind of it being a good thing, I did not know that I would go on to get another three aces in that round and go on to get the aces prize. It was just fortuitous, a not so terrible tantrum!

Marc, Michael, Sean and Andy went on to form a KMGC top four with Eirik the top Swede frozen out as it were. Day two was also notable for being Tony Kelly’s fiftieth birthday, the fact that he chose to play minigolf on this day and the astonishing and delicious minigolf themed cake Kate brought along  just go to show the games enduring appeal.

The performances by the top three players were astounding and show how obvious the power of purposeful practise is. Minigolf in Britain has now reached the stage where no one can expect to just turn up and win, though it is possible it is highly improbable. This is where it is difficult for most people, myself included who have only very limited time for the activity. From now on I am going to have to pick my events more carefully, the game is no fun for me when I do not stand a chance of being within a shouting distance of the leader.

Once again, huge congratulations to everyone who played especially Tony and the top four. And I will see you when I see you.

p.s Yes this is a slightly veiled way of announcing my semi retirement.

pp.s The boundaries of minigolf in Britain have now been pushed so far, that they are thinking of calling it golf.

Personal Highlights of the British Minigolf Championships

Eerm… I had a nice sandwich. It had bacon in it, so was automatically improved one hundred percent.

 

Probably wasn’t as good as a Sandqvist Special but sadly he was not there. :(

Bit of a Clock Up*

Went to The Green Minigolf today, my second day of practice in the run up to the British Championship my first minigolf major. Unlike yesterday The Green was deserted, so was able to get some meaningful rounds in. Decided to play a very serious mock British Championship with The Rocket. Despite me trying my best, there was little I could do but watch and admire as The Rocket took me and the course to pieces,  scoring an impressive -27 total.

The Rocket            Clockwork Orange

29                             31

35                             36

31                             37

29                            30

40                           35

Very Long Break

33                           36

28                           34

27 under             13 under

Our 3rd and 5th rounds were heavily affected by G-Man and Crazy Lady respectively, causing us both to lose concentration and shoot higher than we should have.

Interesting stats:

TR hit 10 shots better than me on hole 6.

I was 4 shots better than him on hole 5.

I aced hole 2 in 5/7 rounds.

TR aced hole 1 5/7.

I had 2 aces on hole 13 TR had 1.

TR got through hole 9 first time 7/7 me 5/7.

I got through hole 14 7/7 it missed twice. TR didn’t get up in his final round of 28 having aced it the previous 6 times.

The least amount of shots we managed to drop in any round was 2, the number we both dropped in the first round.

After 4 rounds I was at -10 (The winning score in The Green Open) and TR was at -20.

The course was playing very difficult with holes 12 and 17 refusing to drop. Hole 7 is now nearly impossible to ace unless you get a large slice of luck.

I have plenty more stats but I cannot be bothered to write 95% of the time.

*Not in any way funny this blog. But as a professional minigolfer on the British tour I thought it was quite interesting (as in only interesting for me and TR).

N.B All good minigolfers have to have nicknames which is why I have referred to myself and J**** as such.

The True Meaning of Irony.

Occasionally when I am bored I like to go online, look for people being ridiculous and somewhat bring them up on it in the form of word games/debate.

The Backstory: I found a group called Grammar school students aren’t arrogant, we’re genuinely better than you. the group was full of people making venomous statements not just grammar school students but also comprehensive pupils. I wrote on the wall Perhaps at being arrogant below is what followed.

 

 

  • Toby KitchingWell, the fact that we can recognise irony would be my top reason

 

  • Seth ThomasI would love to find out your other reasons! xxx

 

  • Toby Kitching read my comment again, look at the name of this group and have a good long think about it.

 

  • Seth Thomas You’d need the skin of a rhino to even possibly construe it as irony.

 

  • Tony Kitching how so? The point of the group is that the statement itself is extremely arrogant, which is an ironic joke. The only trouble we’re having is hoardes of people not getting it and trying to start flame wars.

 

  • Seth Thomas‎*hordes Perhaps, I should not have reacted to the flame bait. But if the statement is meant to be ironic, am I to take it that the opposite is true? They are arrogant and not better?

 

  • Seth ThomasYou may have noticed I was using Socratic irony. It is a paradoxical statement not an ironic joke.

 

The huge irony in this exchange, was that here was a child making a point about grammar school students being able to recognise irony where he heavily implied students from other types of schools are not able to. When in fact he recognised a statement as ironic when it most clearly was not. Showing an evident misunderstanding of the intricacies of irony. Oh the irony!

 

And so we move onto the post heading. The True Meaning of Irony.

Surely the true meaning of irony is when a child boasts about his mocking of another child for being arrogant. I laugh just thinking about it.

 

 

P.S For those clever so and so’s among you who know irony inside out. You will be aware that what I described as the true meaning of irony is not in fact ironic. Which is itself ironic, on account of me mocking him for not understanding irony as earlier explained and then going on to show through my last statement that I had misunderstood the meaning of irony.

I thus created a paradoxical statement, it being not ironic yet ironic.

Flipping heck, irony is complicated.

 

 

I would like to thank Wikipedia for services rendered in the creation of this post, my knowledge of irony is now far wider than it will ever need to be.

Losing touch with myself.

A couple of days ago I was online buying various sauces and also some confectionery from a wholesaler. However when it came to checking out, my payment would not go through. I did not think much of it at the time presuming it must be just an age or member thing. The day after that though, I used the same card when trying to purchase a train ticket to Hither Green to practise my minigolf and again my card was declined. Having tried it in several different cash points it only then, finally dawned on me.

 

My card had clearly been blocked. I knew there was only one possible reason my card would have been blocked and the answer was quite ridiculous, minigolf. You see only recently I had bought lots of minigolf balls from ebay, clearly my bank had thought it odd that I had sent tonnes of money to Switzerland and had taken action. Ridiculous as I said, what is odd with sending large amounts of money to Switzerland! Perhaps, they thought I was changing bank?

As of yet, I have not got around to informing Santander of their mistake, though I look forward to the bank tellers face when I tell them why I sent all that money off.

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