Inverness, St Andrews and eventually Troon.

It's been over a week since the last blog which means one of two things, I've either been very busy or I've nothing to talk about and those that know me will tell you the later will never happen ! Last Wednesday I wrote about the end of George Fishers trip which the guys have since been in touch to kindly tell me what a great trip they had. Since then life has been a little busy.
First up was an overnight trip to Inverness with the Motherwell Ladies Bowling Team, who had qualified to play in the all Scotland finals. Now I don't about yourselves but I know very little about bowling and before Thursday I had the usual bigoted impression of the game. Which was a game played by mature people wearing silly white clothing. So Thursday tea time I collect thirty ladies from Motherwell Bowling Club and off went to Inverness for the night.
Firstly the majority of the party may well have been on the mature side but old in attitude they were not, in fact some were down right feisty, enough to make a driver nervous !! Secondly I have to say I have never been so well fed on a journey in my life. Everyone of these ladies turned up with sandwiches, crisps, biscuits and god knows what else to eat on route. They even fed the lorry drivers at the services where we stopped. We left at around 5.30pm and we made the hotel in Inverness at 9pm, the weather was appalling which is not good for bowling. After a good dinner I made for the safety of my room and despite various promises and threats I was left in peace.
Friday was supposed to be simple, leave the hotel at 8.45am and it was only 10 minutes to the Inverness Bowling Club. Two problems, firstly it turns out that some of the ladies had a party in their room and two of them were still in bed at 9am, and sleeping well I may add. Secondly the address they supplied the driver with for the bowling club could not have been more wrong. So instead of arriving at the bowling club at 9am and having a nice breakfast before their game at 9.30am, they arrived at 9.40am dashed out of the bus and promptly lost their match ! After a sombre lunch the ladies took part in the third and forth play off which they won. We then had the long ride home getting back at around 10.15pm.
Saturday and Sunday I spent working for a company called The Eden Club, who keep a house they call Pitorrmie Castle just outside of St Andrews. I've done little bits of work for them on and off over the last five years. It's an organisation that has members all around the world and it's just a case of chauffeuring their people to and from the house to the golf course. Nowhere near as much fun as driving the normal golf tour that I normally do. Having said that the next three days were no fun at all !
Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday I spent working for McLaren Travel ferrying eight members from the Wisley Golf Club, from the airport to the hotel and then transfer them to and from the golf courses that they had arranged to play. Finally taking them back to Edinburgh Airport on Wednesday tea time. Frankly I couldn't get rid of them quick enough thanks to one prick who drove me nuts for the three days. These people got their transport at a third of the normal cost for the simple reason that I just provided a taxi service from a to b, not the normal full service that I provide to most clients. As for the asshole who sat at the back of the bus he wins my vote for being the most miserable person I have had the misfortune to meet this summer ! He whined, he moaned, he was miserable, he wanted a service that he didn't pay for and after the great Canadian people I have met this summer I have to say he does that nation a great disservice ! As they left to catch their plane they said we'll see you next year, personally I'd rather stick a live wasp up my anus than see these people again !!!!
Tonight I'm off to drive the crew of a film shoot in Glasgow and then tomorrow I am playing Loch Lomond with some good friends, now that will be a great day.