Not a great deal to shout about on the golfing front, but I’ve fully recovered from the knee injury which was troublesome leading up to my participation in the Honda Classic. I didn’t hit balls until the pro-am and started slowly when the tournament begun, like somebody who hadn’t played for a while.

The fun started after I’d finished. I’d crept into the top 20 and watched the later starters on television with my caddy Billy Foster. By the time they’d all finished I’d gone from the high teens into the top 10.

From West Palm Beach we headed for Miami where the best part of the week occurred off the course. A few of us went to watch Dwayne Wade lead... MORE »

I have an interest in quite a few four-legged friends. Unfortunately, the ones I’ve been backing of late have all had three. And so it continued at Cheltenham this week.

Now Cheltenham, for all those who may not be familiar with national hunt racing’s biggest festival, is where seven million Irishmen descend annually to imbibe a black sea of Guinness and eat a hundred herd of hogs while thousands of others guzzle down France’s champagne stocks and deplete the North Sea’s cod and shrimp quota.

But I’m always pleased when my schedule allows me to visit because it is one of the most memorable sporting occasions on the planet. At least what you can remember of it. Trouble is you just can’t... MORE »

I’d like to explain my torn, right-knee ligament as the direct result of landing awkwardly on a snowboard after completing a high tariff, 35-yard high jump incorporating five twists and four somersaults.

That’s what I’d like to. Unfortunately I can’t because it is far divorced from reality. The simple truth of why I am currently unable to do anything more than chip and putt is this: something snapped in my knee as I was putting on a pair of shoes to go outside our house in Worksop last week.

It wasn’t a particularly heroic way to join the golfing injury list, but that’s what happened – bend over, slip boot on, pull and... ouch!

My fitness guru Steve McGregor told me that my kind... MORE »

My Nan once gave me the grandmother of all rebukes. She spotted me on television taking out my frustration on a bush after something hadn’t gone my way. She rightly pointed out that whatever problems I was having, they were absolutely nothing to do with innocent plants.

Since Nan passed away a few years ago, my mum has taken it upon herself to become the Westwood behaviour and language controller. I kept her busy in Qatar last week when she found me guilty of using inappropriate language.

There had been a build up of aggravations and irritations until I reached boiling point leaving the sixteenth green during the... MORE »

It was a fantastic year in 2009, but, at some stage, you have stick it in a box and move on, but still feed off the confidence.

That stage was Abu Dhabi, but it didn’t work out to plan.   There were a lot of variables during the week and my caddie Billy was right when he pointed out how ironic it was that at the stage where I was playing my best golf I had to change clubs because of the new regulations.

I didn’t have any problems with the driver, but the irons just didn’t feel right.  I don’t know if I have the wrong shafts, but they just didn’t feel the same.

There was just too much to get used to... MORE »