It ought to be a criminal offence for women to dye their hair. Especially red. What the devil do women do that sort of thing for?

You are falling into your old error, Jeeves, of thinking that Gussie is a parrot. Fight against this. I shall add the oz.

Half a league Half a league Half a league onward With a hey-nonny-nonny And a hot cha-cha.

It was one of those days you sometimes get latish in the autumn when the sun beams, the birds toot, and there is a bracing tang in the air that sends the blood beetling briskly through the veins.

So always look for the silver lining And try to find the sunny side of life.

Another of these strong silent men. The world is full of us.

It is the glorious uncertainty of golf that makes it the game it is.