Last week I was at the golf course. Our forward looking club committee have installed a compressed air machine to clean muddy trolley wheels and mud clad golf shoes. This was pretty handy on the day in question since it was pretty bloomin muddy.
I stood there aiming the "gun" at my shoes (and on to the ground) on the left of the machine and a suspicious looking octogenarian wandered up out of nowhere and took the "gun" on the right side of the machine. He aimed it at his shoe which was in a direct line with my face...and let rip!!
Me, two minutes later...
