tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67647532011-04-22T03:33:56.282+01:00the life and times of the former world number one in golfBriannoreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764753.post-1082586342845566532004-04-21T23:23:00.000+01:002004-04-21T23:29:49.233+01:00

Asshole or not, I guess Adam was a friend. But a best friend? Would a best friend betray you? Well, actually…who else would betray you? I was betrayed by a complete and utter stranger! Doesn’t have the same ring of truth to it. So then, perhaps Adam 'Thee' King was a best friend. I was a best friend of his. One of thousands. Was he my best friend? Did he in fact betray me? Is it a betrayal

Briannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764753.post-1082155486821918162004-04-16T23:44:00.000+01:002004-04-16T23:48:46.090+01:00

Let me be upfront about this out of the blocks. There is vanity at work here. I have been inspired to write this memoir - call it a rationalization of my life, or a justification of my existence, or a revisionist biography for all I care - after seeing on the tube some weeks ago, my name referenced in a… how shall I put this?…well, in a not so flattering manner. Bluntly put, I was the answer

Briannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764753.post-1081774007481161302004-04-12T13:41:00.000+01:002004-04-12T14:15:46.513+01:00

Life is a mess. None more so than my very public life that ended some ten years ago. My very private life since has been a mess as well. But much less intriguing than the life I led as one of the world's best professional golfers and a leading light in the realm of the spiritual arts. Now, that life, the life of Jack Duff Jr, the sweet swinging Americam Tibetan Buddhist monk and ersatz world

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