The organisation was a fucking shambles. Greggers was involved and there was only one outcome. This kid couldn’t organise a piss up in a brewery, unless it was a Tuesday night and he was on his own and they had 12 pints of strong lager. What a tit, “organises” an event fucks it up and then blames someone else.
The stupid cunt rolled up still pissed to his own event, wearing a new non-compliant WHV shirt. It fitted him nicely which is in direct contrast to the shitty tent like white shirts that he ordered and fucked up for everyone else. Apparently he had failed to behave like a normal adult again the night before.
“You’ll be pleased to know Greggs is absolutely smashed and embarrassing himself having lost to me at proper golf then mini golf today.” Was the feedback from the night before.
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Painswick was an unusual course, the first hole was all rough with no fairway and no sign of the actual hole. It didn’t look good. First impressions aren’t always correct. It was actually an interesting course. Short but still challenging. The main issue was ramblers. They all seemed to know that the idiot was on the course meaning that they stuck rigidly to meandering up the fairway, it being the safest spot on the course.
I won hence the match report, the idiot dogged and the gibbon sharked. Gregs was pissed as always and played like the tit that he is but somehow sharked. A good day all round. I am pretty sure this match report is over 250 words, if not Boyce can lick my pussy hole, because I don’t care.
