Early one this week as I am heading up to Scotland this afternoon to hook up with a few clients at The Open in St Andrews. If you are going to be there on Friday/Saturday or Sunday and I havn’t touched base with you already well then shame on me. But if you are not too offended I do have the odd spare pass into the clubhouse/R&A tent so drop me a line and your mobile number and let’s try and get together.
Talking of the golf, on Tuesday the professional at my local club, Royal Worlington don’t you know, sent me an email with his top tip for the Open which started of course this morning. Adam Scott at 20/1. He has been playing well even if he hasn’t won anything this year. “This might be his moment” the pro tells me. But I know something he doesn’t. On Friday a certain Bob Sandison will be accompanying Adam Scott round the Old Course in Bob’s capacity as scoreboard carrier. Poor Mr Scott doesn’t have a chance. Quite apart from the fact that Bob is, like his father, mathematically challenged so who knows what score Scott will be shown to have shot, I defy anyone being able to maintain their concentration and composure with Bob in tow, in whichever capacity, on the golf course. Incidentally today Bob is in even more august company. He is carrying the board for a group which teed off at 8.33 this morning including Ernie Els, Brandt Snedeker and, get this, TOM WATSON! How cool is that?! Anyway, good fun.
Oh and mentioning dodgy recommendations I have the embarrassing task below of addressing Weichai Power, one of my “In the Stock” picks and which fell 12% on Wednesday. As I often tell you though the best ones invariably go wrong at the start. Bob is also showing early signs of being prepared to put his neck on the line although his picks are not the sort to mature given the benefit of time nor nearly as thoroughly researched as mine. He found himself on a crowded train from Cambridge to Newmarket last weekend packed with happy go lucky race-goers making their way to the last day of the July meeting. Bob was wearing his pride and joy. A baseball cap with “Sea the Stars”, a famous racehorse, emblazoned on the peak. Some poor soul assumed he worked in one of the racing yards and asked him if he had any tips. I know this doesn’t reflect well on Bob, but having randomly made a selection for the 2.05 from a cursory glance at a discarded copy of the Racing Post and emboldened by how appreciative the recipient of his advice had been, he spent the rest of the half hour train journey walking up and down proffering “investment advice” to all and sundry. And, it turned out, he picked not a single winner. “But everyone was having such a good time….surely that’s the point” was his ex-post justification. It’s a worry. Next thing he’ll be trying to tell Ernie Els how to swing more fluidly.
Meantime – and this is a little risky too you might think – Jimmy, having returned from the most luxurious retreat imaginable, an incredible villa in Mozambique overlooking the Indian Ocean on one of the longest unguarded beaches in the world, is away now in another sandy waste, Morocco. Talk about from the sublime to the ridiculous. She has gone trekking in the Atlas Mountains with a university friend, a guide and a donkey. We have rechristened her and Henry, “Mary and Joseph”.
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