The next day saw a change of pace when I finally fitted into Mr MDS's lifestyle. Incredibly he invited me along with him and petit garcon to the PGA championship golf at Wentworth. I was so shocked to be included I said yes! In the past I've either been working or out socialising doing things I like to do. I ignored my slight hangover and wondered what an earth to wear to golf. I decided to channel an off duty Ms Wintour. Handily one of my best friends had given me an exclusive Ryder Cup tank as she was a very important person in the event held at Celtic Manor.
Bamford jacket (4 years old) French Connection jeans (2 years old), Topshop snood (Sept 10), Springform sneakers (5 years old lovingly worn in)
Wentworth is beautiful and of course one could argue that golf is a good walk ruined (a fav quip) but for once I chilled and followed Mr MDS who knew everything. There I was in an alien environment and it wasn't much different from being at a festival, more orderly and lest wasted peeps granted but it has it's appeal and place. I managed to snap a couple of the golfing world superstars but I couldn't be bothered to snap Ian Poulter (he was walking too fast) and as Luke Donald was playing an important shot, it would have been bad form (apparently). I can't say I would be rushing out to such an event again but it was nice to spend time with Mr MDS and the petit garcon .
Posh chairs at beer/food tent area