Today was one of those perfect St Andrews days – crisp, clear, bright sun, wind blowing the in the waves. And the Dunhill Links tournament is in town.
The Dunhill is a pro-am tournament with a rather large crock of gold at the end. A pro is teamed with an amateur (lots of financiers and celebrities), and off they go – one round at each of Carnoustie, Kingsbarn
s and St Andrews’ Old Course. Every year the new first years get all excited about the famous people in town, and every year we roll our eyes like jaded old lags – and then make excuses about not wasting the sunshine and go to see Luke Wilson.
The Media (of some variety, I’m not sure what, but there was a video camera and a reporter with a Louis Vuitton bag, which suggests St Andrews, Golf or Celebrity to me, but maybe I’m biggoted about people with Louis Vuitton handbags) also came out to see Luke Wilson, interviewing him as he practiced his putting, and whilst he waited to tee off. They were less enthusiastic about interviewing Dougray Scott, which either means they were scared by his wonderously daft white hat, or that being the villain in MI-2 didn’t do such good things for his career as he might have hoped. They were also unexcited by Sir Bobby Charlton (well, he’s always around) and former Vice President Dan Quayle, who seems to have fled the all the palaver going on back in his homeland to play a few rounds of golf. I suppose that’s unfair. It’s not like he’s personally responsible for anything going on now. Apart from presumably voting Republican. I predict more hoo-hah tomorrow when Samuel L Jackson takes to the course.
