Sunday, May 12, 2013
A NICE WEE SIT DOWN
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Open Season
The Senior Open has come to Troon. And the sun's even shining. And even I know a lot of the names. And, in fact, the town's not as mobbed by tipsy middle-aged Americans as I would have thought. Not that I would have minded tipsy middle-aged Americans. They come to town, drink, eat, spend money, play golf, go home. Although they're perhaps not all middle-aged. When I registered the bith of Grump Most Junior at the Town Hall, it was all very fancy and computerised. "Nationality of Father?" - computer showed a drop-down list with "Scottish, English, Welsh, Northern Irish" and then "American". So I asked why. "Oh, they come here to play golf and give unexpectedly give birth while they're here". The middle-aged drunk American golfers give birth while they're here??? Drunken pregnant men in their 50s??? This must be stopped!
Friday, May 16, 2008
Lack of News & I Feel Dirty
Actually, that's not completely true. Lido opened. In one fell swoop, we have been brutally deprived of a long thin Chinese restaurant and another shop that I have no memory of. The cruelty. Goodfellows (estate agents) give the impression that they tried to call the developers’ bluff. To non-Troon residents this will make no sense – if you walk along West Portland Street, you’ll see that Lido occupies a large site where several other businesses formerly had premises, but one small plot remains, forcing the building of Lido into an odd U-shape around the tiny office of Goodfellows estate agent. Since the Buzzworks management presumably shrugged and gave up, building around them, Goodfellows appear to have realised this wasn’t smart, said “oh bugger” and have now moved out to new premises about, oooh, 30 yards away. Perhaps there’s a less comical explanation, but perhaps someone had a bit too much Troontown whisky while watching a certain Kieslowski film where exactly this happens...
Lido itself is infuriating. I lose all sense of distemper and fury and sound like a gibbering idiot when I’m there. The food’s bloody marvellous. The service is excellent. The place itself is clean, bright and you could easily be somewhere in Spain (apart from the driving wind and rain outside, perhaps). It’s not that expensive despite the reports from the over 60s (Quote: “It’s £4 for a Coke!!!”. I checked. It’s £1.80). I come out from Lido feeling like some awful, irrational, blinded evangelicalist. Lido makes me feel dirty. Lido makes me hate myself. Give me back my boiled vegetables.
Friday, November 30, 2007
These Troon Times
I'll give you news -
- A whole load Troon businesses are rubbish. Where's the article on that?
- A couple of Troon restaurants are now actually quite good. Where's the article on that?
- Troon has really quite an interesting history. Where's the article on that?
- The fishermen down the harbour. Can they not interview one? No, really. Just a profile.
- What help is there for tourists if you don't play golf?
Isn't it about time Prestwick Airport was renamed Ronnie Ancona International?
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Chips and Ginger
The restaurant's supposed to be excellent. But again, this comes from old reviews in old newspapers. There is no documented evidence of anyone every having "had their tea" there or anywhere near. It's probably a sham. I strongly suspect it's actually a disguised US base and they hold Dangerous Johnny Foreigners there before taking them via fishing boat to Ailsa Craig. Ninety percent of the building's under ground, you know. And the seals in the harbour have microphones hidden in their flippers.
Chips. Aren't they great? Isn't it marvellous that rich people eat fried potatoes too? Splendid.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Carefully does it...
When I lived elsewhere (we can call this the DDbT - Dark Days before Troon) I had a marvellous GP, Dr S. Not the cheeriest fellow ever, but he always listened, never rushed, always seemed interested. A prince amongst medical practitioners. Then came the days after DDbT. I had a very false introduction - two appointments taken by the most charming registrars. Attentive, eager, just like Dr S (although with more of a smile). And then I got the Partners. Ugh. No introductions, no interest, massive rush. Well, most of us don't excel at our jobs every day of the week, I suppose. But it was every appointment with their superior tone and condescending attitude. They must be terrified when their 4x4 has engine problems and they're at the mercy of the skills of the working classes. Anyway, all this is tolerable. I have better things to do in my life than waste time dealing with GPs that missed the lectures on bedside manner (like writing a blog where I complain about GPs that missed the lectures on bedside manner). It was the shoddy (ie wrong) diagnoses (note, plural) that got me. NHS24 gets a bad press. I think they're great, personally. Have been every time I've called them. They diagnosed Grump Junior with chickenpox over the phone, said we could get a last appointment with Troon GP1 that day. TGP1 gave a cursory glance and said "insect bites" and waved us away. Next day I take Grump Junior to Troon GP2 who says "oh, yes, chickenpox". You don't say. Again, we all make mistakes in our jobs. But for £100,000 I expect a GP to give more than a glance from a distance (he wanted his tea, perhaps) when a nurse, blind, has diagnosed something else.
That was bad enough. Some months later, Grump Junior was ill again. Terrible coughing, temperature, not eating. Three visits to Troon GP2 and Troon GP3 in two days - "go home and it'll clear up" x 3. A few hours after the last visit, I call NHS24 in desperation (I will NOT hear a word said against these people and this system) send us to a GP - a Dr Sommerville - at Crosshouse Hospital. He admits Grump Junior immediately saying "I think you're not being supported enough". Within 24 hours, Grump Junior is diagnosed with pneumonia. Guess what? We changed practice.
So far, new practice hasn't impressed, but the Grump Jury is still out.
Grump Junior made a full recovery, thanks to NHS24, Crosshouse Hospital, Dr Sommerville and his colleauges. No thanks to the GPs of Troon.
And you wonder why I'm bad-tempered?
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Gibbons
There's a few of them work in that kiosk. Looks like family. Can we ask them to take over the running of the whole town?
And did anyone notice there were no plastic horses around town while until the SNP took over in Edinburgh?
Monday, July 30, 2007
Comestibles Shock
The new Buzzworks place on West Portland Street continues to tease with its epic construction schedule. They appeared to find fossilised potatoes from an earlier Troon restaurant and building was halted while they carbon dated them and sold them to local restaurateurs for bulking of Soup of the Day.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Radio Troon
0700 Good Morning Troon!
Early morning golf bulletin.
0725 Weather
Is it dry enough for golf?
0730 Golf Today
News and views on the last 24 hours of club and ball action.
0830 Woman's Hour
Ladies that play golf talk about, well, golf.
0930 Cookery
Some elderly ladies discuss methods of boiling vegetables (will be postponed if the golf overruns).
1000 Today's Story
A heart-warming story of old ladies, money and golf.
1100 Money Programme
Troon residents counting their money, live. No poor people will be harmed in the broadcast of this programme.
1200 Sporting Roundup
Pointless programme discussing non-golf news.
1201 Golf Live
Back in the real world, golf carries on. Shot-by-shot coverage of retired rich people playing golf.
1800 News
Scarey stories from the world outside Troon.
1900 Bedtime
All listeners will be allowed to stay up late if the golf overruns (dependent on nurse's permission).
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Recycling Rubbish
- "Does it go in with paper?"
- "NAAAAWWW!!!"
- "So where should I put it?"
- "GENERAL WASTE!!!"
- "Where's that?"
A hand waves somewhere towards the direction of the harbour and the owner of the hand wanders off.
I should say something about council taxpayers paying the wages of council workers. Can we sack them too?
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Proximity and Punctuation
Any why can't the Troon Times punctuate?
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Why bother?
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Sour Puss
Monday, September 25, 2006
Food
I suppose there's the Chinese places. They're okay (I'm not sure two-day-old boiled carrots are really that Chinese anyway). The Italian on Portland Street? Ai, ai, ai. Make sure you thank them for the table, it's been a real inconvenience to let you have it. And can you hurry up and get out, please? We may have FAMOUS people coming to eat here.
The owners of Scott's are opening a new place on West Portland Street. Perhaps they could accidently knock down a few other places as they get building? Even if it turns out to be crap, it would still be a better, more welcoming and professional crap than many of the other Troon troughs. The word "eatery" was made for these places. They don't deserve "cafe" or "restaurant". Reminds me of the people that call women "females"...
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Back to the Front etc
And the graffiti on the shelters. Has nobody thought of calling the local schools in Troon, Dundonald and Prestwick and asking if they have anyone there called "Big Davie" who has ever been seen canoodling with "Crazy Angie". Is that beyond our shared-between-the-local-stations policepersons?
And why does the sea have to be so cold? Is this the result of a Tory council?
Friday, May 19, 2006
Troon to be Paved Over
Of course, the average age of the Troon resident is 114, so waiting a few years should mean there are a few more houses available.
Bloody people.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Troon in Glasgow
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
This is My Troon
Bloody communists.