MY FATHER'S WATER FEATURE

BLACKHEATH,  LONDON

MAY 5 2008

The rare opportunity of some quality 'Me' time,  away from the rigors of the daily grind,  the bickering teens at that 'difficult' age,  and the mind numbing tedium of a dead end job. 

.....And all it does is rain!

The cameraderie of four lifelong chums,  male bonding in it's purest form, acting their shoe sizes not their age.   Guards down,  impervious to the cruel and frequent taunts,  casting doubts on each others ability and manhood in a cacophony of raucus laughter and jolity.  

.....And all it does is rain!

Brand new Graphite's,  responsible for draining my bank account of a full month's salary,  and the sale of my very soul to the Devil himself to procure,  my partners in crime and I,   perched beneath the barely adequate dimensions of our individual umbrellas,  watch and wait. 

.....And still,  all it does is rain.

The only fools braving the waterlogged course, one hour down and six holes in.  Laughing so much we are almost in tears,  reliving our childhood and loving every second of our time together.  The lure of drinks at the clubhouse and tall tales of the shots which eluded our amateurish grasp,  beckons us ever onwards.

The time of our lives.  Let it rain some more!