Golf

Many retired punters fall over themselves bleating about how cool the post-work world is and join the rest of a growing flock in the refrain (or is that chorus?)- ‘I don’t know where I found the time to work’ etc etc. I’ve never experienced or demonstrated that loud euphoria since last polishing some shoes or manipulating a tie just over three years ago. The very first thing I noticed when I separated from the nine-to-five routine was that I suddenly had a lot of free time on my hands and I mean A LOT. Significantly, that status has been enduring right up to the present. The waiting room pastiche that confronts the rapidly aging punter who has a shitload of empty spaces in his diary can be a bit tricky. Traditional indicators and/ or activities that usually signal the end is near include- joining a line-dancing group, woodworking projects in men’s sheds, attendance at mind-enriching rom com movies and musicals, APIA-sponsored clubland revival shows. I t...