My boys. They won. Highlights of yesterday included Sergio Garcia’s tears (oh, he’s adorable), Justin Rose and Graeme Macdowell being men of iron, Rory Mc just doing his stuff with imperious ease. And, of course, glimpses of the lovely Senor Olazabal.
Loved the clip on TV today of the team and caddies singing the old footie song (to be sung when you’re hammering the opposition) “Can we play you every week?”
Ooh, and we might have been able to get a gay romance panel at a local Litfest. Still sorting dates, etc so will confirm that when I can.