The last 6 months, including this Christmas - New Year break, have seen me do a few things that have been off the menu for a good few years. For example, the trip to Broulee mentioned a few posts ago saw me frolicking in the surf and even body boarding. Back in July I rode a scooter something like 700m down a mountain-side in Switzerland and then swung like Tarzan between trees in a forest. Come to think of it, I also had a few trips on a flying fox last year.
Well, the trip to Canberra last weekend provided another reminiscence of earlier days: I went 10-pin bowling! My earliest recollection of this deafening 'sport' was a game at an alley at Leicester Square in London at something like 5am. Don't ask me what I was doing there at that time! Anyway, this time around the alley was alongside Lake Gininderra and the time was a more respectable early evening. The deafening part was the blast of loud, but unidentified, muzak coming from a constellation of LOUD-speakers.
Apart from me, the participants were Emily, Rebecca, Greg and Max. He did especially well given he's only 6 and was rather dwarfed by the size of the ball. I won, if the aim of the game is to get the lowest score. Oh! It's not quite like golf. In fact, I probably got the lowest score anywhere in the world that day! In the second game, two-thirds of my tosses were off-line and failed to hit a single pin. Instead of a maximum 300, my score was a miserable 40+. That may well be my last game for a while, perhaps ever. My last round of golf was 35 years ago when I managed to do the last 9 holes of the Armidale golf course in an impressive 96. Factoring that up gave me 192 for 18 holes. Unsurprisingly I retreated to the bridge table.
I suppose the lesson from all this is that retired professors don't have to boring old farts. Such escapades might even be life preserving.
AS
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