Among all the people at Turnberry who were rooting for Tom Watson to be crowned Open Champion two months short of his 60th birthday, I had a special reason for disappointment.
On each of the other two occasions on which I'd spent four days at the Open Championship, in 1982 and 1983, Tom Watson had won. By over-hitting that approach to the 18th green on Sunday, Watson has denied me the opportunity of boring my grandchildren with stories of how I attended three Opens over a span of 27 years all won by the same gap-toothed Kansan.
That would have been as rare an occurrence as chancing upon another peck of free range black pepper, which my daughter was chuffed to find listed as one of the ingredients of her roast chicken salad sandwich as sold by the Shell filling station in Dumfries.
On each of the other two occasions on which I'd spent four days at the Open Championship, in 1982 and 1983, Tom Watson had won. By over-hitting that approach to the 18th green on Sunday, Watson has denied me the opportunity of boring my grandchildren with stories of how I attended three Opens over a span of 27 years all won by the same gap-toothed Kansan.
That would have been as rare an occurrence as chancing upon another peck of free range black pepper, which my daughter was chuffed to find listed as one of the ingredients of her roast chicken salad sandwich as sold by the Shell filling station in Dumfries.
3 comments:
you're kidding about the pepper right?
Not at all. The main label on the front of the sandwich box read
"Roast chicken, free range black pepper
mayonnaisse ..."
complete with line break.
The manufacturers themselves must have been in two minds about this bizarre wording, as another sandwich had "onion mayonnaise" on the front label, rather than "free range onion mayonnaise".
Both types of sandwich had "free range eggs" given on the more detailed list of ingredients on the back.
I suspect they meant either "wild" or "organic".
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