I can see why people would like golf – balmy afternoons in beautiful surroundings, catching up with mates, a bit of gentle exercise followed by a swifty in the bar.
Though in my experience the weather is often pants, I’m so rubbish at golf that it is far removed from gentle exercise. By the 14th hole I am knackered, bored and wishing I was home.
There’s something about golfers that makes me feel aggressive towards them too. Not sure if it’s their clothes, their attitude, my insecurity that they can catch me out with their encyclopaedic knowledge of golf rules, jealousy that they are so much better at golf than me or jealousy that they don’t feel the guilt I do at clearing off from the family for half a day. But I cling to the belief that they go golfing because they can’t bear to be with their disgusting wives.
Golf – I get it but it’s not for me.