Filed under: family, golf, humour, life, Scotland, sports, stories | Tags: Colin Montgomery, Dougie Donnelly, Golf world cup, Mark warren, Monty
Go on yersel’ Monty. (And Marky boy, of course.)
Scottish golf has had such a bad year that it would be fair to say that my personal emergence from the woods to become a credible 18 handicapper has been one of the Scottish Golf Union’s highlights.
So today’s golf world cup win (as predicted by Monty) was not universally expected.
What was even less credible was that I spotted Dougie Donnelly at Gleneagles this afternoon and whispered the fact across the table to Jeana.
She was astonished.
“Colin Montgomery?” she whispered in a tone below the one that dogs can hear.
(“The guy you snogged in 1988?” I must have subconsciously thought, seeing as I really thought she had said “Dougie Donnelly?)
“It doesn’t look like him”, she replied
Naturally it didn’t because a) it wasn’t and b) it was Dougie Donnelly and c) Dougie Donnelly doesn’t look like a bulldog licking piss off a nettle.
Judge for yourselves…
OK, they’re both gingers, like the Mrs, but how could Monty be relaxed at Gleneagles at the same time as he’s lifting the cup in China?
For the record, Jeana was at a corporate do in 1988 and Dougie was the compere. In a moment of weakness Jeana shreiked across the dance floor “Dougie, gie us a kiss.”
And you know what?
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