I’m not sure he has a guide for how you should reveal yourself if you take a Doily Pot. Or indeed flex a single defiant calf at the members who have allowed you onto their glorious course.

How to Take Your Shirt Off

I have some very revealing images of a certain individual… Website or Calendar?

Oh, and create a bookmark on your home screen to get a WHV logo to launch from – extra sweet.

For those of you without an ipad, or some inferior copy, tough, pony up the dough for the real thing – Millers will tell you how good they are. Or tell your Mrs that you need one because of, you know, the golf society thing. And she can do ebay and facebook on it, when, like, you’re not using it for work or researching that massive DIY makeover thing for the spare bedroom.

So now we support smart phone and tablet browsers, here at WHVGolf.com – and I’m happy to take further suggestions.

The first in an ongoing series where the Players Rep reminds us mortals what it is to be an uberhuman, at golf, at gambling, at poker, at socialising, at buying pork products….his confidence in his own abilities is not built on sand.

Something at the Jug weekend must have prompted this unsolicited missive to the members ( I suspect it might have been Aust breaking the rules as he broke with tradition and got ‘stuck in’). We did get through 3 or 4 bottles of varied quality – I suspect there will be some very spurious fines throughout next year to get us our new ‘quota’ of our preferred tipple.

Gents,
Some important info for you below:
Myths and traditions surround the drinking and enjoyment of port more than any other wine as
shown at this years WHVGS WHV Open
 
Passing the Port
The most widely known tradition is believed to come from British naval customs for serving the wine. The decanter of port is placed in front of the host who then serves the guest to his right, then passes the decanter to the guest on his left (port-side). The port is then passed to the left all the way back to the host.
 
If the Port doesn’t come back
If the decanter does not come full circle back to the host, it is impolite to ask for it directly. Instead the host asks the individual closest to the decanter, if he knows the bishop of Norwich or any other village in England. The question is not to provoke a reply but action the immediate passing of the port. Should the unfortunate offender answer the question by saying “No,” is told that “the bishop is an awfully good fellow, but he never passes the port!” sparking, hopefully, the individual to realize he is hogging the decanter.
 
Decanting the Port
When decanted at the table, the bottle of Port should be finished in one sitting. Not recommended if there are only a few guests!
Cheers
PR

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Original, with gurning Milmore

Vintage, or as you might see in the local press

WAG Edition, for compulsory testing if Spike ever gets the Alumni session sorted

So, the morning three of the Captain’s matchplay was as metrosexual as a round of golf can get. Your WD was intrigued by the ongoing chatter of TD and Millers on their satorial preferences.

Brown legs, shaved chests, techniques for buttering up the Mrs by telling her she had slender ankles or a smooth liver – it was all there to be had between shots. As we started onto the back 9:

Millers: “Tell you where I get a lot of good stuff now – Top Man”

TD: “I Know, cracking”

Shortly thereafter –

TD: “Where’d you get them shorts from – they’re lush”

Millers: “I know mate, bought them off season. The Mrs said I was daft to buy shorts in winter, but you can’t argue with those prices”

TD: “You’ve GOT to shop off season mate, it’s the only way.”

“Oy vey”, “Helluva Boy” etc. etc.

I was a little bewildered, as I tend to either shop at M&S or TK Maxx, or when in the States. All this chatter about Top Man reminded me of when I did give a stuff about looking sharp, and going into Top Man and other shops in Leeds. As Top Man was to Top Shop, Concept Man was to Chelsea Girl. An eighties nightmare of Don Johnson gear, it nonetheless ended up becoming River Island after only a few years – my proof from a Competition Commission report is shown below.

However, Millers thought I’d entered the same twilight world as him and the TD and thought Concept Man was an invention of my mind, a gay fantasy figure to match up to a chap called milko who had or was a big black dildo (or something, I got a little lost as he got giddier).

I promised him I would provide proof of Concept Man, hence this post. I doubt it will make a difference.

I suspect both of my playing partners would be more interested in the current Concept Man – a brand of tanga underwear for muscle men in france. Greggors – you’ll love this site.

Here is a definition from Urban Dictionary.

My personal favourite from the list…

Concept Man proof to follow