Lawn bowling season is nearly upon us again folks. Never having been much of a sportsman, in recent years lawn bowls has finally provided me with an outlet in this department. For those of you who really get amongst it, now is the time to put the dart board away and find your local bowling green.
I developed a taste for said activity whilst living in Melbourne, where more than once we convinced a local club to let us bring along turntables and a PA. Cue a few cold ones, perhaps a cheeky disco fruit or two, and bingo: hours of intensive team play (often leaving me wondering if Mitsubishi would sponsor an amateur lawn bowling team who travel with a DJ).
So with fond memories of athletic achievement, myself and a friend went looking for suitable greens for a slightly more subdued roll-up after I moved to Auckland a couple of years back.
We played for a while in Ponsonby, though unfortunately due to the attitude of a few too many grumpy old crackers we were left a bit of a bad taste in our mouths. Fortunately we soon discovered the Grey Lynn club, and some of the friendliest people I've met in Auckland to date.
Bearing this in mind I say shame on you to the attitude of other bowling clubs in Auckland, which has seen Grey Lynn cut out of a lot of inter-club activity I suspect largely due to the fact they aren't old white men, but in fact a wee taste of Samoan hospitality right in the heart of Grey Lynn.
So anyway, if you're in Auckland over the coming months and a long sunny afternoon calls for a few cold ones and a lazy bowl, I say go and see the folks at Grey Lynn. They'll make you feel more than welcome, you'll get to hear a whole lot of mad remixes of traditional island songs, and you'll leave feeling a little better about the world.
By the way, the folks there haven't had the funds to maintain both their greens, so have turned the top one into a taro patch. Lewis likes this.
I developed a taste for said activity whilst living in Melbourne, where more than once we convinced a local club to let us bring along turntables and a PA. Cue a few cold ones, perhaps a cheeky disco fruit or two, and bingo: hours of intensive team play (often leaving me wondering if Mitsubishi would sponsor an amateur lawn bowling team who travel with a DJ).
So with fond memories of athletic achievement, myself and a friend went looking for suitable greens for a slightly more subdued roll-up after I moved to Auckland a couple of years back.
We played for a while in Ponsonby, though unfortunately due to the attitude of a few too many grumpy old crackers we were left a bit of a bad taste in our mouths. Fortunately we soon discovered the Grey Lynn club, and some of the friendliest people I've met in Auckland to date.
Bearing this in mind I say shame on you to the attitude of other bowling clubs in Auckland, which has seen Grey Lynn cut out of a lot of inter-club activity I suspect largely due to the fact they aren't old white men, but in fact a wee taste of Samoan hospitality right in the heart of Grey Lynn.
So anyway, if you're in Auckland over the coming months and a long sunny afternoon calls for a few cold ones and a lazy bowl, I say go and see the folks at Grey Lynn. They'll make you feel more than welcome, you'll get to hear a whole lot of mad remixes of traditional island songs, and you'll leave feeling a little better about the world.
By the way, the folks there haven't had the funds to maintain both their greens, so have turned the top one into a taro patch. Lewis likes this.
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