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Welcome
to Golf Seafield, our online fun magazine that
brings you the worst in golf images, otherwise
known as taking the mickey out of your golfing
buddies.
Our
cameras will be out and about on the course and
if we get our grubby little hands on a good candid
pic of a member, then it could be you who appears
on the cover and has the chance to win a bottle
of whisky courtesy of digitel tv. |
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Trinny
& Susanah adopt the 'Glaikit' look |
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Which
way do I swing |
now
that I've reached 40 |
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| Sgt
Peppers Lonely Hearts |
| It's
a sad time for all when a marriage breaks
down and news has reached us of the demise
of the marriage of one of our members who's
privacy we shall respect. |
| Needless
to say if anyone has any tips on dating agencies
etc we would be delighted to pass these on
to our colleague in his time of need. |
| Any
other suggestions will be treated in the usual
strictist confidence |
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| The
main highlight of the March Medal was that
during the atrocious weather, John Watson
was coming off the 3rd medal tee and tried
to avoid the mud path back down to his bag
by sticking to the grassy slope, but unfortunately
slipped and took off like a gay boy with limp
wrists rotating and wee short legs going at
a helluva speed downhill. When he got to the
bottom poor John went arse over tit right
into the mud. |
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John eventually managed to slide to his feet,
the hapless creature was covered from head
to toe in mud and had to borrow towels to
clean his face and specs. |
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outrageous breach of etiquette had a dramatic
effect on playing partners Phil Sym and Billy
Frew who went on to score 6's at the next
4 holes due to the difficulty in trying to
hit shots through tears. |
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John finished his game covered in dry mud
much to the amusement of every golfer who
saw him. |
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Brian
rolls down hill
Did
you hear about the highlight of the tri club cup
team game recently.
Apparently
our rather rounded club secretary Brian Milligan
got caught in a heavy rain shower on the 3rd tee.
Portly
Brian managed to get one leg into the waterproofs
successfully but in a seamless effort of getting
the other one in, the shoe studs got caught in
the waistband resulting in poor Brian going arse
for tit in such a manner that he rolled off the
tee.
Play
was held up considerably as his playing partners
also fell over and really struggled to regain
their composure.
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Johnny
wets himself
Word
reaches us that during play in the Open, our esteemed
treasurer Johnny Brown found himself in that all
to familiar, unenviable position of having to
take a leak without much cover.
During
mid flow Johnny got caught short in a sudden change
of wind direction that basically blew it all back
over him.
To
add insult to injury, a red faced Johnny had to
face the 18th green and beer tent with rather
large damp patches still visible on the trousers.
When asked coming off the green what had happened,
Johnny told it like it is:
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pished myself, right!". |
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Arnie
& Gordon go swimming
A
Heartwarming tale of extreme bravery reaches us
about Arnie Dowson and club captain Gordon Cree.
Coming
up the 15th they came across an elderly lady golfer
who had driven her powered trolley into the burn.
In
the true spirit of the game they kept silent,
assured old Mabel that everything would be okay
and with Gordon anchored firmly on the bank with
outstretched arm, Arnie grabbed a hold of it and
reached in to rescue the cart from the murky depths.
With
just a few inches to go, gravity took over and
Arnie fell his length into the burn and pulled
Gordon in with him. With cart now rescued and
and both of them soaked right through, they swore
old Mabel to secrecy and cut short their game.
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Tony's
golf at home practice sessions
Golf
Seafield set out to investigate how Tony Maguire
cultivated his chipping skills.
After
plying Tony with many, many, many beers he finally
revealed that when his "wean" could
sit up, he'd plonk him on the carpet and chip
balls over his napper. "You had to be good"
he told us understandably. "Or the wean would
have got it in the coupon"
Unfortunately
the practice had to stop when Mary walked in unexpectedly
and flipped
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