First, the Turf Club spring meeting at the New Zealand golf club. I can't tell you how splendid it was. Idle is by no means a duffer but he ran into a mate who really knows how to play the game in an opposition club in London (Whites, natch) a month ago and we cooked up a plan. Said mate, who plays off 7 at Royal Porthcawl (a proper track, windy and tricky), was just the fellow. We buggered up the 18th but still came second (result! - the winners have to buy the drinks after lunch and come away with nowt; we get wonga to keep). I drew my partner well in the afternoon and we won; Idle won the Victor Ludorum, came away with three single bottles of champers and a magnum of Taittinger, many more balls and enough notes to more than pay for the very expensive day and lunch. Sunny spring days don't get a whole lot better than that.
Second, my friend the local councillor made an epic arse of himself a fortnight ago: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-sussex-22262117
and got chucked by his party. But, because his name was on the ballot (still under Conservative) and it was too late to change it, he insisted on standing. Even had the nerve to ask me to be a supporter and teller tomorrow at the count. Sorry, John, I planned to vote UKIP anyway to shake the council up (I think we have TWO climate change awareness officers), but you really shouldn't be spivving yourself as the local Tory just because an accident of timing prevented a reprint of the ballot. We stay friends, but you must retire with what grace you can muster.
2015 will be all about the economy, and if it's in upturn I will vote for the blues; until then, I protest!