In an earlier blog, I mentioned that I had been been asked to write a few words for a book which is being published to celebrate the centenary of The golf Club Stewards' Association. Yesterday, I had the pleasure of meeting the chap who is compiling it - and, having mulled over old times, I was reminded of a couple of amusing anecdotes from when I was a steward myself in the seventies.
Quite often, golf club stewards took their wives with them when they went to their tournaments and, whilst the husbands were on the golf course, the host stewardess might show the other wives around local places of interest (usually the local shops). Afterwards, they would join the golfers and their guests at the presentation dinner in the evening.
After one of these occasions, one of the stewards drove home to his own golf club the north west of England and, when he arrived, his son enquired where his mother was.
Evidently, *** had forgotten that he had taken his wife along.
Fortunately, however, another steward gave her a lift home and when she walked into their living room (allegedly, with steam coming out of her ears) *** confronted his wife - saying, "And where do you think you've been 'till this time?"
On another occasion, on the morning after an especially convivial golf club stewards' tournament in the north west of England, I was telephoned by a fellow steward who asked if I could drive around to his club to help him look for something he had lost during the previous evening.
"You've got a car." I told him, "Why don't you go and look yourself?"
"It's the car, we'll be looking for." my friend replied.
