Don't forget those flying from Gatwick get free valet parking at Zarse Airport Parking Ltd.
One of the Zarses is a Virgin pilot and we're looking at it seriously for 09. In 07, what we saved on the cheap flights 
we spent on ridiculously expensive car hire 
. But it was a Corvette convertible 
Yes, Yes, Yes, we all know about the convertible and your trip to Coco Beach, 
and your upgrade on the way back while us plebs were left in economy.
But tell them about your golfing exploits!!
Ah yes Mark! Golf!
It's all come flooding back, the warm memories of that noble and ancient game we all love so; the etiquette, the hazel-shafted mashee niblick, tea in the clubhouse and no spikes in the gentlemen's lounge please. The strange rules and damned cussedness of the whole thing and all those other aspects that make golf such a compelling yet frustrating game.
Mark, Steve Brown and myself were priveledged enough to tee off at probably the finest golf course of it's kind in Florida. The vista on the first hole stretched away into the distance, as we limbered up to take our turn to drive off. I went last, Steve and Mark having played a couple of pretty decent drives, and as I approached the tee box I was initially a bit worried I'd get left behind if I didn't hit a good shot. I need not have worried. My ball flew straight as an arrow down the middle off the fairway, rolling along with a hop and a skip with all the top spin I'd put on it. Then disaster! It bounced and hit the big windmill, but fortunately ricochetted off onto the concrete pirate ship, clipping a plastic crocodile on it's way and then flew straight down the hole. Hole in one!!! The crowd roared their approval, I tell you, they'd never seen anything like it at the Congo River Crazy Golf Course...
The funniest bit was when Steve tried to putt the ball up a steep ramp. He didn't quite give it enough, the ball stalling a mere couple of inches short of the lip and thus rolling back at increasing speed towards Steve. He initially tried to stop it with his golf bat, or club or whatever that thing with the metal head on the end is called. He missed, so he tried to stamp on the ball. Missed again. It shot past him so he set off in hot pursuit.It raced downhill and down the steps where the queue behind us was waiting patiently. Steve hurtled past them down the stairs all the time stooping down and clutching wildly at the bouncing bomb which somehow managed to stay just out of his flailing grasp. Totally hilarious, Mark and myself collapsed in a heap onto the floor clutching our sides, it took us a good few minutes to recover our composure. I don't know what the Royal and Ancient would have to say about it though.
