I tried my best to play golf all year round in the UK. Come sun, rain, snow, sleet & freezing fog (that’s tail for another day), I would be out there grinding out a 90+ with a swing that at that point, never seen a lesson. Sometimes it really would be a round too far, so when the opportunity came to move to Singapore and play all year round in 30” degree sunshine, I was happy to say bye bye to the British weather and long winter nights. How I got to Singapore though, that was an adventure in itself, which I will attempt to put down in words now.
So people always ask me, “how did you end up in Singapore”, to which I respond, “I pushed a trolley around a supermarket 22 years ago”, queue the blank look on their faces. I guess it wasn’t quite as simple as that and that it all started back in 1947.
My mother & her parents were stationed in the army in Singapore after the war and she would always be going on about how nice Singapore was during my childhood, so I guess I just had to give it a go when the opportunity came along. The thing is, back in 1993 when I accepted my job in Singapore, unless you knew people who had visited/worked in Singapore, or you were some geography geek at school, you just didn’t know where the “Secret Garden” was to be found. At the same time I was offered to move to Singapore, I also had the option to move to Italy and my friends thought I was mad but no madder than some folk up north, who, according to another friend of mine, told me that he moved to Singapore because he was the only person who applied for a vacancy at the job centre in Sunderland. The 3 other candidates didn’t take the opportunity due to the following reasons. One guy had just got himself a new girlfriend, one had just brought a new car and the third, well his mother didn’t know where Singapore was, something I was later to learn a common trait in Sunderland.
So, when said opportunity knocked on my door, all I had to do, was get myself to Singapore for a 2nd interview after a 10-minute initial chat at a HK trade fair. Fortunately, a few weeks later I was scheduled to travel to HK, Korea, Japan & Taiwan for 3 weeks, with a couple of days in HK to finish off with. I convince my boss Clive that I needed a day’s rest on arrival in HK to get over my jetlag, so on arrival in the old HK airport, I was met by a future colleague who handed me a ticket to Swingapore. Straight back on the plane I got and landed in Singapore around 7pm, where I was whisked away for my first taste of chilli crabs & Tiger beer, before being dropped off to sleep for 6 hours, so I could start all over again the next morning.
The next day, there was a very quick tour of the company facilities, before my future little boss & I got stuck into duck rice & more Tiger beer at 11am, something I would have to get use to apparently. Three hours and 6 bottles of beer later, I was dropped off at the Raffles Billiard room and instructed to woo the big boss, who was having a long lunch with friends. Now some say public speaking will be the most nerve racking moment in your life, what a load of rubbish, because as I gulped down white wine like it was going out of fashion, the next 3 hours passed in a blink of an eye and I had no idea what I had said to my future big boss, but what I do remember, was that I looked like I’d just had a shower I sweated so much.
Then came stage 3 of the interview. On route to the airport, big boss to be stopped off at a supermarket to buy provisions for the dinner party he was holding that evening, and my job was to push the trolley around in my suit while he filled it up. How this looked to fellow Saturday afternoon shoppers I don’t really know, but what I did find out later was, that my supermarket trolley skills and candour sealed the deal with the big boss to be, and 22 years and 700 games of golf later, I’m still here, sitting in front of my PC, attempting to regale you with the adventures that were to come.
Since that day, I’ve always thought that there should never be any excuses to let your buddy’s down by not turning up for golf at the last minute, or even be late for that matter, as technically speaking, I travelled halfway around the world to be on the first tee in Singapore and bring you balls.
Finally, to whet your appetite, here's a list of topics I lined up for you over the next few months, so make sure you tune in to read more of the adventures of dapper dan – get in the hole!
Next time... "between us and first class there were 10 carriages full of people & livestock, what to do..."
- The train to nowhere - China
- Tails of the Gold Monkey - manila
- A bridge too far – Romania
- 1998 riots – France
- Taxi! – China
- On Ya bike – Australia
- The Crowd – Korea
- Beerhaving @ 6.15am – Japan
- Speed golf & beeround - Phuket
- The Pond – Portugal
- The Fog – UK
- The Snake – HK
- Crocodile Rock – South Africa
- The Mulligan – USA
- Bamboo Matches – Selby UK
- Trophy Hunting – UK
- Crazy Golf – Singapore
- Lost & Found – Thailand
- 54 holes/6 hours – UK
- The Birdie – Dubai
- The Traffic – China
- Paradise – Bali
- The Bus – China
- Monty – HK
- Should Never have been a Hole in One – multiple
- The Boat – Indonesia
- Sleep Walking – Jakarta
- Customs – Canada
- 28 Pints & Still Standing – Yorkshire
- 3’s a crowd, 2’s not enough – Malaysia
- Tour De Holland – 1 day