ONE of Spectator’s younger colleagues had the pleasure of meeting Mount Oswald golf club general manager Nigel Galvin for a coffee this week.
As rain poured down outside, the ever-patient Mr Galvin explained the finer points of green management to our cub reporter, whose major previous experience of grass was seeing it harvested and chucked in a pit to make silage for feeding farm animals.
Apparently the new kid on the block in the golfing world is the ‘turf iron’, which smoothes the surface without unhelpfully compacting the soil.
The things you learn in this job. Still worth keeping the old household iron too, though. Grass stains on the collar just wouldn’t do in the world of the clubhouse.
AND from one Oswald to another entirely.
The fate of Marco Oswald, the victim of a vicious and unprovoked ear biting attack in the Urban Oven takeaway, on Claypath, over the Bank Holiday weekend is nothing short of shocking. The photos speak for themselves.
We have heard grim warnings of the consequences of Durham’s burgeoning ‘drink culture’ for some time. Suddenly, they seem to ring true.
Perhaps advocates of the city’s so-called ‘night-time economy’ should speak to Mr Oswald before supporting any further late-night booze licences.