Thursday 6 November 2008

Everyone Gets A Prize...

As being President of the Second City Challenge i would first like to welcome Mr B Obama into our select group. I know what you are all thinking, you're thinking "Is he going to go with a racist joke, or a dumb american president jibe." Well i'm going to surprise you and do neither... what i will say though is that i know he is going to do a great job, as those type of folk do work so very hard.

Now onto the golf, and what a week it has been. Team Birmingham were supposed to take on the better half of Team Manchester last weekend, in what was going to be a competition of epic proportions. They tried lots of nasty tricks to get Peter to pull out, one being trying to get him arrested at a petrol station for theft (true story!), but in the end they were so scared about being beaten, that they phoned ahead and got Harborne to close their stupid effing sh!tty course. As you can tell there are no hard feelings about getting up at 7 in the the morning, on a Sunday, with a cold brewing. Peter has seemed to have taken it all in his stride, although he did have a short comment to say to Team Birmingham, "C**ts."

But i assure, avid SCC followers, this past weekend was all worth the effort, for this little story i am going to tell you now....

Along time ago, when the ugly part of Team Manchester (Neil) was only young, he gained an older, female, admirer. He could never remember why such an aging lady had a "crush" on him, until his mother, a Mrs H Guyton, reminded him of the fact that he had won the trophy that the older lady had donated to Letchworth Golf Club. Upon hearing this news Neil replied, "No mother you must be mistaken, for i had such limp wrists when i was a young child i could barley put my pink jumpers on. I'm sure i never won an actual trophy." Mrs H Guyton replied,"Ah but that is where you are mistaken, my little homosexual child. You won that guilded putter one year for (and this is the best bit) .... 'Trying The Hardest'". Ha - gay!

I thought that i would share that with you. Until next time adieu.

Mr President (not President Elect)

Peter Bramwell (legend)