Cardiff City Korfball Club

So Cardiff City says ta-ta to another player heading off to the bright lights of London in usual fashion, by taking route 1 to oblivion. Rob decided the last pub golf was much too namby-pamby for his liking so this time the score card contained no par 3 or repeated drinks rubbish. It was par 2s or down in 1 the whole way. Pam, Rachel, Kate, Jude, Kristina and Susan saw to it that the chaps Rob, Ian, Taff, Ceri and Lee were outnumbered and after a few practise swings (bottled lager - how stupid...?!) the guinness was ordered and we were off.

Here's a few of us 'on the putting green'

After a brief argument over whether Taff's hole in one counted on account of him not getting as far as pouring the froth up his new nose, we were on our way to the George for some laaaager. After a cheeky melon shot thing to take away the taste of the guinness, the wusses ordered Carling, hardcore types went for the Grolsch and the nutters chose the Wifebeater. Lee was the undoubted star here chucking his pint back in just over 5 seconds while most of the girls grimaced and burped their way through a tough, gassy hole.

Then on to Spin and some Strongbow. The Captain Slackbladder award was won by Taff, with an amateurish mistake, taking relief when not at a water hole and paying the aftershock penalty. Ceri was also distinctly unimpressed with his drink

...and Taff's photography skills...

Kristina also showed off her 4 gulp technique - top effort. We also welcomed Zoe and Kat onto the course, amusingly both blamed each other for being late. No picture of them unfortunately, I couldn't hold the phone still to take it as I was having my nipples tickled at the time. Hmmm.

Over the road for bitter in the Roath Park. Old man's drink in an old man's pub. Congrats to Rachel who, not playing off the ladies' tees, becomes the first bird I've ever seen down a pint of bitter and a pint of stout in the same evening.

Here we see Lee facing up to his nemesis from last time, a pint of the brown stuff.

But he triumphantly puts it away to maintain his perfect down in one record.

Ian looks quite at home with his IPA.

Next up a speed challenge, bottle bonged reef in Gassy's. Quite an easy hole as it goes, unless your name's Ceri and Kat's depth charged you with aftershock. Never one to know when to stop extending a metaphor, Rob christened this the 'closest to the pin competition'. Who won? No idea. And since this was the last water hole for a while leaving took ages since all the girls went to take relief.

Things started to get a bit hazy after this point, although I remember being amazed that the bar staff in the pen and wig of all places knew what went in a dirty vimto and offering us the pint glasses required. After everyone drained this in one (and in a few cases, chucked it straight back up again) it was over to Inncogs for another par 1, the B52. Piece of cake.

Then down Greyfriars road to see if anyone would let us in. I don't know if anyone managed the wine or the Old Speckled Hen in Lloyds but since Lee had lost the scorecard and found something else to amuse himself with, the round fizzled out. Top night though.