The Brain of a Goof

Well, the Indian cricket team actually won. That's nice. As an example of how much I looooove cricket, I have to confess I had totally forgotten about the match till S, at whose place I watched the semis, sent me an excited SMS announcing our victory. To which I went, Ooh, the match is already over??

Ouch.

Well, on the other hand, I did do a little bit of formal rule-hunting for golf. Prior to today, I learnt all I know of golf from P G Wodehouse. Really! When I first conversationally mentioned it to Fi, he tried to test me on some of the rules, and found I was actually fairly sound. But, anyway, today, at some point close to the end of the Nth reading of Wodehouse's The Heart Of A Goof, I felt the urge for a little more formal golf instruction, a taste of the rule-book, however dry. Does that make up for the non-cricket-programmed brain that's mine?!

Oh, well, never mind.