Nymphs of the green

It is far too fine a day to waste at the keyboard. Off to the golf course, where Doctor Yowie is waiting, in the hope that Suzann Pettersen is setting fashion trends for young and firm associates.

Mind you, the Professor's poor putting of late really doesn't need any further distractions.

Back later, when backlogged comments will be posted.

Sun Is Out...

...so are the golf clubs. Please feel free to leave comments and, in Numbers' case, unwitting testaments to the consequences of modern education. They will be posted later in the day.

Tee For Two

JUST too nice a day to be inside. Back much later, when the scorecard for 19 holes will (fingers crossed, head down, arm straight) will read 90-odd strokes and several vodkas and orange.

But before the round begins: Did anyone else catch Jon Faine doing his bit to help out Gillard, Thomson, high taxes, unemployment and bad government in general? It was quite a performance. Comments will be posted later today.

Imperial Bearbrass beckons.

Tee-riffic!

Stupidity is with us always, to paraphrase Jesus' thoughts on the poor, but sunny days in Melbourne at this time of year are more scarce than Liberal voters at the ABC.

So, to blog or not to blog?

Hmmmm...

(Cue sound of phone being dialled)

It seems there are some available tee times at Imperial Bearbrass, so it is no contest, really.

Golf wins. Back later.