Blasting his way to a superb gross 79 which included two par-5 
              birdies, the longest drive and never more than five strokes on a 
              hole, the lofty audio/visual aids technician destroyed the opposition 
              with an exceptional display of power-driving at Berkshire's Blue 
              Mountain Golf Club.
              
              The early-morning drizzle did nothing to raise the spirits of the 
              advance party of Cardex veterans still groggy from their previous 
              night's revelry. Whereas grey skies, black moods and ashen faces 
              contributed to the low-key start, only Whittington kept his nerve 
              on the first tee, sending an ominous drive booming down the fairway 
              where others found bushes, sand and water. 
              
              In the chasing group, Dave Stokes had mixed fortunes in returning 
              a creditable 41 Stableford points - a run of three-putts early on 
              cost him the scores that may have secured his victory. At the other 
              end of the board, Smith and Jones found losing balls an easier proposition 
              than gaining points and continued to impress the handicap committee 
              that their share value may be somewhat inflated. DLT doesn't get 
              a mention.
              
              Whittington also took the Nearest the Pig award popping his ball 
              onto the upper terrace of the Eleventh green. Far closer but just 
              off the fringe by only a couple of inches, reportedly, was Angus Gibbins' 
              attempt. A rare case of six inches being downplayed to two !
              
              
Bomber's 
              monster drive on the Seventeeth secured him an amazing treble, something 
              even Kev Ryan grudgingly admitted he didn't think he'd see again 
              in his lifetime. To prove it was no fluke, on the final tee Bomber 
              launched another Scud going back up the hill that exceeded his previous 
              mark. 
 What is a BP golf tournament without an incident or two : who 
              can forget Pete Brew's successive and identical slices from the 
              middle of the tenth fairway into the walled garden of an adjoining 
              property ? Or Stokesy's impossibly long tee shot stopped conveniently 
              pin-high by a leading group member's golf trolley. But in the end 
              it was the inclement weather and Bomber's blitzkrieg that dominated the 
              day.
              
              Well done Bomber, but how are you at boules ?
              
              PFL



