Last night Team Rubber paid a visit to a Bristolian driving range, to check for golfing geniuses within the company. It emerged that everyone in Team Rubber was naturally talented at smacking plastic balls with rods of metal. My natural talent was shining so brightly last night that it brought tears to the eyes of onlookers. One fellow golfer said that during my performance a halo started appearing 12 inches over my head, and the world slowed down to a crawl accompanied by Dvorak’s New World Symphony. No, actually that’s a complete lie. I was appalling.
Had I have come, I would have been brilliant.