Apologies for the flurry of golf blogs coming your way – but as you know, my writing reflects my movements…
Last night, I was at a posh golf club for a gig. Two hundred people for dinner, after which I was due to stand-up for half an hour and make everyone laugh.
A tough job but someone must do it.
The audience was mostly men, mostly shaven headed and mostly in ill-fitting suits and brown shoes. Over the meal, I fend off the usual questions about Tom and whether I get nervous before I speak…