All strictly B-list, however; the brief appearance of Cyrus Cheeks had aroused the only real flicker of interest in the media centre all morning. In years gone by the days running up to the opening Thursday of the competition used to be a quiet time for the players: practice rounds in the morning, a little tweaking on the range in the afternoon, dinner and maybe a few drinks with some buddies in the evening, the only real interruption being the traditional pro-am match on the Wednesday. Nowadays, for the top players, there were demands being made upon their time almost every minute of the day: photo opportunities, face time with sponsors and advertisers, people like April clamouring for interviews. ‘Hi, doll.’ April turned. Donald Lawson, Senior Sports Reporter, Daily Standard, stood beaming down at her. All twenty-two stones of him. He had a brimming glass of red wine in one hand and a plateful of sausage rolls in the other. ‘Oh. Hi, Donald.’ ‘I heard you were coming down.’ Lawson smiled.
