Royal Portrush: our biggest ever event, worldwide appreciation, old school nostalgia.. it’s got it all. Let’s give ourselves a big break

Amid all the  and doom  and gloom over Brexit, I can’t let this week pass without a hefty mention of the Open at Royal Portush.  Here surely is a  piece of British exceptionalism all can enjoy, the  un-neurotic side of identity.  Note that it’s called  “the Open”. No “British” prefix is needed (although I see the Irish Times wouldn’t you know it has added it, just in case somebody thinks it’s the Uzbek Open).  This piece of swagger was pointed …

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