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...SANDY LYLE - THE MASTERS 3/3
...SANDY LYLE - THE MASTERS 3/3
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| Raffles Hotel |
(Cont. from last week)
We found a hotel in downtown Singapore it had the dubious name of the Cockpit Inn, but it seemed pretty good. (That reminded me of the Gay Pub in Staines, called the 'Cock Inn', simply brilliant).
We decided to just enjoy ourselves as we were here and decided to have a few drink and a nice meal somewhere and start to worry tomorrow. I remember well being in a piano bar and their theme was, we play any request. Joy Division's Atrocity Exhibition sorted that one out very sharpish.
I made contacted with my Bosses in Saudi and they were not best pleased, but they did say they would arrange that I would get a seat on Monday's plane.
'I'm in trouble'
We switched the TV on the room and I was delighted to see the Masters was on and my man Sandy Lyle was in contention. I would be able to watch the last round on Sunday night, I was beginning to relax, in fact enjoy myself.
We planned next day to visit Raffles, the famous Hotel and then visit the world famous Food courts. A great day out was planned and to top it all we had the final round of the Masters to watch.
It was striking how clean Singapore was, but it was very hot and the humidly was as bad as I have ever experienced.
We had an excellent day that Sunday, the shopping was fabulous and I remember buying a Sony Walkman at a superb price. The food Courts were busy and bustling, the food was sensational and like Hong Kong, the Chinese influenced food was nothing like the bland U.K versions.
We returned to the Hotel exhausted but satisfied, it was a great but unexpected day. We switched on the TV, Sandy was still in there, it was all very tense. He got a late birdie to bring him level, there was one hole to go.
Sandy required a birdie to win or a par for a playoff.
He drove the ball, disaster it went straight into the bunker, Sandy had blown it, I thought.
We found a hotel in downtown Singapore it had the dubious name of the Cockpit Inn, but it seemed pretty good. (That reminded me of the Gay Pub in Staines, called the 'Cock Inn', simply brilliant).
We decided to just enjoy ourselves as we were here and decided to have a few drink and a nice meal somewhere and start to worry tomorrow. I remember well being in a piano bar and their theme was, we play any request. Joy Division's Atrocity Exhibition sorted that one out very sharpish.
I made contacted with my Bosses in Saudi and they were not best pleased, but they did say they would arrange that I would get a seat on Monday's plane.
'I'm in trouble'
We switched the TV on the room and I was delighted to see the Masters was on and my man Sandy Lyle was in contention. I would be able to watch the last round on Sunday night, I was beginning to relax, in fact enjoy myself.
We planned next day to visit Raffles, the famous Hotel and then visit the world famous Food courts. A great day out was planned and to top it all we had the final round of the Masters to watch.
It was striking how clean Singapore was, but it was very hot and the humidly was as bad as I have ever experienced.
We had an excellent day that Sunday, the shopping was fabulous and I remember buying a Sony Walkman at a superb price. The food Courts were busy and bustling, the food was sensational and like Hong Kong, the Chinese influenced food was nothing like the bland U.K versions.
We returned to the Hotel exhausted but satisfied, it was a great but unexpected day. We switched on the TV, Sandy was still in there, it was all very tense. He got a late birdie to bring him level, there was one hole to go.
Sandy required a birdie to win or a par for a playoff.
He drove the ball, disaster it went straight into the bunker, Sandy had blown it, I thought.
Sandy squared up took a swing and the ball sailed to the middle of the green, it stopped and started to move again and got closer to the hole. Sandy had quite a long putt for the win. The putt rolled to the hole, I was silent the crowd were silent, the ball turned at the last few inches and into the hole and dropped.
'Sandy has won the Masters I screamed'
I jumped up on the bed, up and down screaming and then fell off onto the bedside table smashing it to several pieces. I didn't care, Sandy was the Masters Champion and I had a great time in Singapore.
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I've no interest in golf I'm afraid but had to comment because your description of Singapore is just how I remember it from the one time I went there in 1996. (Love your piano bar request, btw!) I've been sitting here beaming as I read it because I stayed in.... The Cockpit!! Yes, it was fine, but I did find the name a bit offputting! I can still remember the exotic-looking (and smelling) cooked dishes that were available at the breakfast buffet, all those Chinese meaty stew things...but I just wanted toast.
Didn't make it to Raffles but I did visit the Shangri La which was the most OTT hotel I've ever seen.
Thanks for the memory joggers!
Perhaps you'll go back there again some time? I wonder if the Cockpit is still there.
Musically, one of the weirdest parts of my trip was hearing the Cranberries 'Zombie' played out at full volume in a shopping mall, it seemed so wrong somehow!
Did u get busted on your return to Saudi?