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Take a stroll with us through the little sideroads of haulage, the diversions and detours, the quirky, the quixotic and the downright strange...
Golf, as Mark Twain once said, is a good walk ruined. Except last week the peculiar Scottish sport ruined more than a stroll around Donnington Valley Golf Club's course for CMwriters.
The resurrection of the Road Transport Group's annual golf day for display advertisers potentially gave the CM contenders an excuse to dress ostentatiously in ridiculous golfing garb. Unfortunately, plans to don plus fours were scuppered when contestants were instead made to dress in red (CM), or white (CM's stablemate, Motor Transport).
A shrewd early move to destroy MT's chances by having deputy editor L to R: Jianni Gera, Emma Penny, Emma Penny defect to the Geoff Morley and Jan de lulio opposition proved futile. Reds had not banked on Operations Editor, Colin Not Quite Tarby" Barnett, showing the same grace and respect to golf balls which he normally shows his food. Eventually, editor Andy Salter's fingers were prised open from the tight grasp of the winners' trophy and he grudgingly threw it at the victors.
Perhaps more heartening to the bruised egos was the realisation that MTstill trail CM overall by two games to A Ready for action: John Boardman three. Additionally, a certain (left) and Stewart Raisbeck MAN employee— Darren "Trophy Thief" Weeks—was on the losing team. Weeks made off with the silverware one year and cruelly sent CM 's ad team random "hostage shots" of the trophy in various exotic locations around the world. Rumours that Barnett will be forced to play on Weeks' team in future refuse to die.
Brian Weatherley's despair over the work rate of the "buggers" repairing the Thelwall viaduct's bridge supports has finally been dissipated. Regular readers will remember the editor-in-chief's rant in an open letter to the Prime Minister (CM8 July). However, news that it is in fact nesting kestrels that have suspended repair work has allayed the august man's paroxysms somewhat.
"Can you eat kestrels?" was just one of his more delicate enquiries.