I'ts Official: I Cannot Play Golf

Just spent part of the day sweating (again) and pretending to play golf with my brother-in-law, Gregg.

It was more like an archeological dig than any kind of sporting activity though the scenery was absolutely breathtaking on top of a hill overlooking the valleys of the Northern Rand.

Unfortunately (for you lot that is), I did not take my camera along for the whole embarrasing spectacle. This will never happen.

The only thing that redeemed the experience was the fact that Gregg insisted cold beers were a necessary part of the golfing paraphernalia that needed to be dragged around from hole to hole.

Sorry, I mean fairway to fairway, as I didn't actually seem to see many of the holes in question.

Well, as they say, different strokes...

Ouch.