I've had a bad back for the last few weeks and have been unable to play golf or tennis and even going for walks has been painful.
I finally went to a physiotherapist last week and now feel a lot better. I have another physio appointment this week and hopefully, after another deep tissue massage I should be right.
I was thinking about giving golf a try and might do this next week.
While thinking of it, the idea of hauling along a set of golf clubs, if the back precludes me from swinging, is a bit daunting. I thought about walking the golf course, and looking for golf balls obviously, but carrying a golf club for the odd hit to justify my being on the course.
Which club though?
There are so many variants and in order to play a couple of holes properly I'd need more than one club, surely.
"My name's not Shirley" - an old and corny joke favoured by Richard.
This is when I had the brainwave. Eureka! Another of my billion dollar ideas.
What if I invented an adjustable golf club that could telescope in and out and the club head changed depending on the shot to be played - from driver right down to putter? Brilliant!
I got the idea from my expandable hiking pole I use when walking.
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Note: This is not a walking stick! |
I got excited about this idea but before I told The Old Girl and before I commissioned engineers and applied for a patent I decided to check out the internet.
Bummer!
Some bastard has stolen my idea.
How unfair is that?
Maybe I'll see about buying one.
* I've had a Jack Reacher theme running in recent posts.
Don't take this the wrong way, but what about a club with a shaft that you stick up your arse? You'd just have to wiggle your hips to hit the ball. I might patent this idea.
ReplyDeleteYou'd have to get your finger out to make that work.
ReplyDeleteIt's not up your arse. I can assure you of that.
ReplyDeleteNot up Robert's either. Even though he seems to want to have sex with me.
ReplyDelete"I love you Richard."