My journey to St Andrews was not a typical one. I’d played golf most of my life, but for the most part had completely quit when I moved to Europe in 2002. I was in France, and didn’t own a set of clubs, and that didn’t change when I moved to Britain in 2007.
I guess it began that summer. I hadn’t picked up a golf club in years, but …
I never win bets. Seriously, never. Well, hardly ever. I can’t remember anytime I made a bet and the end result was my saying: “Wow. I really cleaned up on that one.” So it was after my team Arsenal lost 4-3 to cellar dwellers Blackburn and then 2-1 to hated rivals Tottenham, that I thought I might have a solution to my various troubles.
As most people know Arsenal’s season …
I never met my grandfather. He died at the age of 52 from a heart attack when my father was only 15. It’s not something my dad talks about much.
Consequently details about who my grandfather was are limited. I try from time to time to get my dad to tell me more about him, but it usually doesn’t yield many results. Here is what I do know about him: He was …
It’s very easy to be smug these days, maybe even fun too. It’s easy to look snootily down our noses at the Greeks and proclaim them as a bunch of useless, irresponsible, corrupt, lazy punks, but again, that’s the easy part.
And that’s kind of how this story begins and ends. With lots of sighing, head shaking and condescension. I was scheduled to fly out on Tuesday, but a contact …
Spencer Anderson is a writer and photographer based in London. He writes for Thomson Reuters. Download his CV (Microsoft Word document) or email him at spencerand@gmail.com.