Unfortunately, like a fart, reheated curry only smells nice when it’s your own.
Here I am, being driven from the office to wander the rainswept city until the enfeebled airconditioning system can process the pong.
Like some indigent friar in my goretex cowl.
20 years of fighting the junta,
15 years after being awarded the Nobel Peace Prize,
At least 10 years after having a bar named after her at Liverpool University Students Union,
Finally, for Aung San Suu Kyi…
It really makes the privations of house arrest and brutal repression seem worth while after all.
Take that, military thugocracy!
I’ve heard of golfers having plural of these, but could anyone else have the yips? I’m an accountant: could I say “sorry for screwing up that balance sheet, boss, I just had the yips”?
And what about a single yip? Could John “Wild Thing” Daly fluff a simple putt due to a sudden yip? What would that look like?
Edit: for clarity, I am not a golfer.