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Golf Australia Express : Issue 8
Amadio Pinot Grigio Rated: 93 Points by James Halliday “The Australian Wine Companion 2011” Pink-bronze; an almost startlingly perfumed and aromatic bouquet of pear, lychee and musk is reflected on the palate, although less intensely; has good balance and mouth feel. Amadio Sangiovese Rated: 91 Points by James Halliday “The Australian Wine Companion 2011” Has a considerable volume of aroma and flavour, with cherry stone, multi-spice and sour cherry all intermingling and strongly expressive of the variety. Amadio Reserve Block 2a Shiraz Rated: 94 Points by James Halliday “The Australian Wine Companion 2011” Has retained excellent hue; the bouquet and palate live up to the promise of the colour, providing bright fruit flavours, dark berry and chocolate nuances. Quality cork, properly inserted. 101011_41068 “To buy online or view our local stockist map, simply go to www.amadiowines.com/shop” THE GOLF Clap is an offensive and outdated relic relating to the British Royalty, and you know what I think about them.” When Jack gets on a royal rant the wise take cover, the foolhardy play dumb and the stupid people, such as My-Recent- Self—chip in, saying (for example) that it relates more to noise than ancient hereditary despots. Golf is, after all, a quiet game, and the golf clap is a quiet clap. “What about the Americans then? Ever seen them around a par-3? All whooping and hollering and cheering the ball— telling it where to go and celebrating their newfound voice control over normally inanimate objects with cries and prayers to sweet Jesus for mercy. Quiet? Yeah, like a jet airplane.” Like I said, getting involved in a conversation that relates even remotely to any royal family with Jack is a dubious undertaking at best. “So you’re subscribing to the ‘Yankee Doodle Doo, Screech like a Cockatoo’ school of golf support?” (That put him squarely between a very big rock and a particularly hard place.) But Jack’s harder to pindownthanaparina blizzard. “I’m just talking about volume. All their vocal colour is testament to what is, and maybe what is not, allowed in a golf crowd. The heritage of the Golf Clap, then, must be seen in the deep and ancient past of our magnificent game. The Royals—that pack of incestral psychopaths...” Don’t get between a dog and its bone. “Anyway, all the affectations of the royal courtesans would follow them wherever they went, complete with some limp-wristed ‘mwha-mwha’ arse-in-the-air applause, so grotesquely quiet as to walk a line of mocking.” Pause—breath? “It would even follow them to the golf course—the original gallery. So your precious pretence of propriety insisting that golf is a quiet game is all just pawning to some great other overlord. It is the surrender of the most complete, abasing bow to power and I’ll have none of it. I’m not American, but I’m loud, proud and singing it out at the President’s Cup in November.” Jack got tickets and it took him three holes to get it out. There was a slow group ahead. We had hours to stand around and chew the ears off society. The sun shone. My slice cut my score to pieces. An amazing afternoon. OTG IT’S TIME TO GET COLOURFUL. VOCALLY COLOURFUL. WITH THE PRESIDENTS CUP LATER IN THE YEAR, JACK SAYS IT’S TIME FOR GOLF TO GIVE AWAY THE ROYAL CLAP. HAPPY CLAPPY with Will Hone IN HONING “