Another day, another game of golf and my worst score ever even though I played as well as I have all week. Perhaps I was coming out in sympathy with all the europeans failing to make the cut at the Deutsche Bank in Boston - some of whom (eg Casey and Poulter) won't make it into the next round of the FedEx Cup. Surprise surprise Poulter complains that there is something wrong with "the tournament" - yeas mate - your scoring!
Another very good meal on the terrace at Andre's by the old port. As you'd expect the place is alive at this time of year. Holiday makers, street theatre, and journo papparazi actvity around the Socialist Party summer meeting.
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