Shugs Gallagher

I was there wi'ma mate cormac, reet? Up in la calaylaa this mornin' slashin'away at anything that moved... Outta nuthin' big mon cormac rips into a "flyin'lady" with a freakin'sand-wedge of all things... From all of 190 yards!! Drops it reet in the hole... Sweet as a nut!! Well, he puts it up to me, doesn't he?? He sez... "righty oh, shuggy me ol'spar... Beat that ye scots muck-savage ye!! " well, if there's one thing I cannae resist, it's a challenge, ye ken? So I grips me 1 iron... I know , I know, maybe no the best choice, but I'm buyin'the sticks one at a time.... Anyways... I get to grips with me 1 iron... The words "scots muck-savage" still ringin'in me ears.... And I'm thinkin'... I'll show that wee irish pishrogue what for... So there I am, a-grippin'an'a-sweatin', an'a-tremblin'.... And there he is... Rippin'the pish outta me as I start hackin'and slashin'at me "flyin'lady".... I finally make contact... And I am the ball... Ye ken wattimeen?? I'm flying thru the air, spinnin'and swervin'an'flyin' an'all... Feeling quite pukey actually... And jesus wept... Fly reet into the hole without touchin'the sides!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I swear... I almost shat mesel'with the excitement!!! Just goes to show what ye can do with a 1 iron an'a belly-full o'self-belief!! Witnessed by cormac ross, needless to say!