I'm a rubbish putter. Anyone who's ever played me will tell you that.
The Daytona and I have enjoyed a very stormy relationship for a couple of years now. It seems to take great delight in messing with my head. All over me one minute, showering me with affection, catering for my every whim etc, then mocking me unmercifully, laughing at me behind my back and making me feel totally inadequate in front of my friends the next. It's been a very cruel mistress.
I've been stuck on level 91 for what seems like a lifetime, but should finally hit 92 in a week or so.
The Ghost putter has been fluttering its eye lashes at me in a 'come hither' way for months, and has recently started hitching its skirt up to reveal a tantalising glimpse of stocking top.
I'm sorely tempted, but at the best part of 25 quid I know I'll hate myself in the morning.
Should I?
Sean