Tuesday thoughts.

Photo: G.O.

Hello all. Hope everyone is well, I really do. I found a few things this morning while sifting through the mountain of news and features.

Here.ya.go:

A - Want to know what Tiger will be wearing in Scotland on Sunday? Top comment on the golf blog goes to to one 'Bagger Vance' (brilliant film) from Kalamazoo, MI.. "Even with all of this attention paid to clothes, golfers of today don't measure up, fashion wise, to the pros of the '40s and '50s, who sported a classic, elegant look."

I couldn't agree more. I think athletes these days still lack a little class when it comes to attire on and off the field of play. Watching Wimbledon a few weeks back, where the clothes are meant to be white and neatly tailored, I was again appalled at all the baggy shorts, scruffy beards and backwards caps.


 I really enjoy Roger Federer and his collection of signature blazers. I think all tennis players should walk out in a quite, humble and respectful manner. I think the fans should also dress and act according to the sport they are attending as well, especially at major golf and tennis events.

Hmm. Plastic beer cups, chanting, costumes and flag waving, or polite clapping, cotton suits, and champagne on ice. It's not ice hockey or college football. It's Wimbledon. It must have been pretty embarrassing for the NBA a few years back when they had to instigate a dress code for the players, who were showing up to games in gangster gear.

Side note - has anyone seen John Daly lately? Not that the man every had once of class in his bones, but these days he is looking particularly goofy.

 I think Tiger brings class to the game of golf, but is one among many. Sergio Garcia usually looks quite smart as well. The hockey players usually look sharp, although I think there are only one or two in the league capable of picking their own suits and dressing themselves.

If you want a lesson in golf attire, visit my grandfather's bar in Thornhill. Photographs on the wall show the family, mostly in 70s and 80s attire, and my grandfather, in canary, hot-pink and purple golf pants, doing justice to a game meant for the sharp dressed.

As my 'Uncle' Frankie recalled over a pint last weekend: "Doug was always dressed so sharp. The pink pants....brilliant! And the way he spoke to all the woman at the golf course. He knew everyone too. Pure class."

B - Photographing a combat mission in Afghanistan.Wow. The Sunday Herald.

C - When is texting wrong? Well, it's extremely rude in the presence of others almost all the time actually. Nothing I hated more as a sever than people with phones on the table in the presence of their friends. I can understand if your kids are at home with a babysitter, but not when your checking your e-mail and texting away while out for dinner, conversing with others, in a meeting, etc.

Side note: My physiotherapist answered the phone while I was on the table at 7:45 this morning I was more than a little aggravated I can say. Funny, I'm the one who is 23, of the supposed 'tech-generation' or gen y, not sure what they call us these days, and I still think I was meant to be born in 1885. Although, as a product of my environment, I am obsessed with my laptop and iPhone - just not in the presence of people trying to speak with me.

D - Wind - The definite future of renewable energy and power. Shall we get the debate started Uncle John? JK. Do look at Scotland, which has the largest renewable-energy wind farm in Europe just south of Glasgow at Eaglesham.

If you climb the hill behind my flat, and look out just beyond the ship-building cranes on the River Clyde - shown in photographs on previous blether posts - you can see a hill of white turbines stretching the length of the south horizon. Quite beautiful in a neo-industrial, post-modern, National Geographic, streamlined and over-efficient way.

I'll always remember the first time I saw a field, err, desert full or turbines on the highway driving from Palm Desert to Los Angeles. Stunning. I had this debate over the weekend with my architect CouchSurfer - hi Gulnar - about the beauty in contrast of the old and new in classic cities.

When you look south on Buchanan street - the Victorian-era high shopping street - in Glasgow near my work, the turbines, I like to call them propellers from some reason, are visible between the tunnel of neo-classic bank buildings and the red and honey sandstone merchant buildings from the shipbuilding hay-days.

Also. Shout out to my good friend Meghan tonight. Thank you love for the lovely Calgary Stampede postcard. It made my day on Friday when I got home from work. Fantastic.

E - Beer-opoly.

F - The river ride of an adventurous boy.

G - Free stuff! I'm going to coin this one 'AdverBlogging' (You'll always hear it here first folks)