I've become somewhat of a golf anorak. I'm not brilliant as yet, but I'm trying. I'm quite obsessive in fact, with thoughts of club to ball invading my dreams, and when asked if I'd like to go to the spa, a treat for me, all I can think of is whether or not it would cut into my golf time. My very important golf time. 

Right now I'm in bed, thinking of today's session at the driving range--two hours no less--which was much harder than last week's as this time I had to focus on my technique (a very frustrating task to begin with).

For a preview of me practicing my drive with a 3-Wood check out my swing here.