Stuart organised a work do at Urban Golf, which is right by my old office in Soho. Urban Golf is full of media wankers drinking Stella, paying a ridiculous amount of scratch to play a golf simulator.
It is supposed to be a lot of fun. . .
Stuart texts me.
Stuart: I’m crap at golf.
Nicole: This surprises you?
Stuart: It went backwards.
I don’t think I have wished to witness something so much, ever.
-update-
He called me and suggested we get away this weekend. Then he sounded beyond depressed. “I gotta go. I’m up.”
Five minutes later he texted me:
They fucked with me. I came back from talking to you and I had to golf over hurdles. Like real Olympic style thingies.
I must remember to buy his work mates something special.
June 14th, 2007 at 10:59 am
PLease buy us something special we can inflict more damage.
The only reason why Stu was complaining was cos his first shot behind the hurdles was crap.. I have a video of Stu playing golf if you are interested… its in AMR format though (Sony Ericsson)