|[ Why A Duck? ]
So, I'm sitting at home and
thinking to myself 'Christ, is this what my life has come down to - watching
golf on TV on a Sunday afternoon'. I mean, golf is such an intrinsically
awfull pastime. I remember the 3 games I've ever played with a mixture
of revulsion and awe (at the ability of someone to convince me to drag
around the bag of sticks all day).
At least the TV golf had an
interesting hazard - a viaduct crossing one of the main fairways. Not particularly
scenic, mind you, but then all of the links can't be on the Scottish coastline,
can they? It gave a pleasant industrial air to the event. Maybe they should
build an international course across from the Wollongong steelworks - that'd
show the world what we're made of.
Unfortunately, the golfing viaduct
was pretty unspectacular - thin concrete pillars holding up a boxy cross
bar that looked like it could be knocked down in a high wind. They could
have at least designed one to match the Roman splendour of the one that
carries beautifull Segovia's water supply (and still does after 1000 years
or more). After spending 5 days in this small Spanish town we were constantly
drawn back to viewing it because we were so goddamned bored.
Or, better still, they could
have asked the NSW Department of Water to design another just like the
one in Annadale that seepingly, oozingly carries sewerage across a road
and a couple of small parks - ah the sepia coloured memories just keep