1999 - Dan Barrett

I had a good feeling about 1999, having won the drinking competition the year before, it was looking like a good session at the Mook.

The start was a little slow with Dad asking me did I know where my clubs were on Thursday night, even surprised myself to find them and notice that they were in the exact state I left them the year before, sausage roll and Mars Bar wrappers still stuffed in the bag.

Arriving on the Friday night I assumed my normal position near the tele and next to Tim, the only other calming force in the group. After watching Dad lose at cards and Murray enjoy a Sting once again, I think I slept on the floor.

Saturday morning we hit some balls down at the oval and the swing felt good, I seem to remember almost hitting Nick a few times or was that Steve ??? The afternoon’s game was OK with 33 points and equal leader with Nick and Justo. The main discussion revolved around what we were going to drink that night.

Sunday was a problem, crook as a dog, wanted to spew as soon as I put my head down over the ball. Can’t remember much of the first 10 holes but thought I was doing OK, even Nicks chatter seemed pleasant.

The end result is history, the jacket fitted like a glove (not), replaced the wrappers in the pockets and put my clubs away till next year.

As related by Dano to JB