IT’S been a busy old summer for us golf scribblers and I like to think that my endeavours at the coal face have been appreciated. “Nick,” sighed the sports editor with a startled acknowledgement of my presence as I shuffled into an appraisal with all the gusto of a condemned cow lumbering towards the gates of the abattoir. “From observing your efforts over the last couple of months, it’s clear to me that you’ve been doing the work of two men … Laurel and Hardy.”
Another fine mess eh? Anyway, let’s swiftly crack on with the slapstick routine that is the Tuesday column…
