It's somewhat off the subject of Golf but has anyone noticed the high numbers of members with Birthdays today (1st January). I wonder why that is?
EDIT:
So what raises the hormone levels at the start of April?
Just in case you're interested Bri (as you took the time to pose the question) there is actually a spike of birthdays in February - March the countries in the northern hemisphere.
The song "It's May" from Camelot was not thought up out of thin air:
Tra la! It's May!
The lusty month of May!
That lovely month when ev'ryone goes
Blissfully astray.
Tra la! It's here!
That shocking time of year
When tons of wicked little thoughts
Merrily appear!
It's May! It's May!
That gorgeous holiday
When ev'ry maiden prays that her lad
Will be a cad!
It's mad! It's gay!
A libelous display!
Those dreary vows that ev'ryone takes,
Ev'ryone breaks.
Ev'ryone makes divine mistakes
The lusty month of May
We are, after all, animals. Like all animals, when the cool weather wears off we all get a bit fruity and lusty as the song suggests!
Hence why all the moorhens and coots chase their prospective mates around the fairways around that time of year.
I've just realised what I'm typing. I sound like my Dad.
Just in case you're interested Bri (as you took the time to pose the question) there is actually a spike of birthdays in February - March the countries in the northern hemisphere.
The song "It's May" from Camelot was not thought up out of thin air:
Tra la! It's May!
The lusty month of May!
That lovely month when ev'ryone goes
Blissfully astray.
Tra la! It's here!
That shocking time of year
When tons of wicked little thoughts
Merrily appear!
It's May! It's May!
That gorgeous holiday
When ev'ry maiden prays that her lad
Will be a cad!
It's mad! It's gay!
A libelous display!
Those dreary vows that ev'ryone takes,
Ev'ryone breaks.
Ev'ryone makes divine mistakes
The lusty month of May
We are, after all, animals. Like all animals, when the cool weather wears off we all get a bit fruity and lusty as the song suggests!
Hence why all the moorhens and coots chase their prospective mates around the fairways around that time of year.
I've just realised what I'm typing. I sound like my Dad.
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