LIVERPOOL's Jimmy Tarbuck has the golf bug in a bad way but he and wife Pauline seem quite happy about it. Alcohol, pot and gambling have been denounced for the disruptive, destructive forces they are but golf, so far, has escaped. Certainly my parish priest, for some reason best known to himself, seems to regard it as a fairly non-malignant kind of illness. Jimmy, on the other hand, has been known Co leave a successful West End show that clashed with a golf tournament for which tee-off Tarbuck had entered.
He told me recently of a cabaret booking he had in Dublin. Scheduled to appear at 11 pm, an over-hospitable host held back his appearance until 2 am. Next morning. as per contract, a car arrived sharp at 8.30 am to ferry James T. to the airport.
Not on your lite" said Jimmy. "You fellas kept me up this morning. so now take me to Portmarnock Golf Club first."
It is not recorded how many holes he played, how many planes he missed or what Pauline said to his explanation late that night in Liverpool.
"You know how it is, luv."