Corporate (in)hospitality

I have recently been invited to play a round (or should that be around?) of golf at a municipal pay and play course in the Midlands called - rather pretentiously - “The Belfry”.

Given that my golf is, even at the best of times, so rusty that no amount of WD40 would ease it I decided to get some practice in.

I therefore played 18 holes at Rookwood Golf Course near Horsham, which turned out to be a slow tedious affair, as similarly “proficiently challenged” Horsham folk decided to engage in an attempt at the world record for slow walking in open spaces.

Despite the tedium, I managed to convince myself that I had only taken 102 shots, a record low for me! For anyone who was on the course at the same time as me and who wants a technical explanation of the reason why I didn't count the additional 12 shots that I appeared to take during the round, please send a S.A.E to 'The Editor', Get a Life Magazine, PO Box 508 508, MK36 2FO, together with a cheque for £48!