You may find this hard to believe but I almost won a trophy the other day. I’ll just give you a moment to let that revelation sink in because I was just as startled as you to discover that I’d flirted with golfing glory.
Have you composed yourself yet? Good, then we’ll carry on. The venue for this unlikely title assault was the delightful Craigtoun course near St Andrews and the occasion was an Association of Golf Writers’ showpiece for the Renton Laidlaw Quaich, an annual competition of goodwill, rapport and sporadic outbreaks of something vaguely resembling golf that’s now held in memory of our wonderful late friend and colleague.
