My tribute to those Fred Basset cartoons which invariably end with Fred thinking "You've got to do something about your slice" at his master.
I'm no good at golf. For some reason I'm unable to actually hit the ball - the club just whistles over the top of it. Either I'm too tall, the club is too short, or the ground is too low. I can see the game's appeal - it's a good excuse for a walk in the countryside with friends, I'm just unable to hit the ball.
Miniature Golf is more my kind of thing, but once again, I'm outclassed here too. Why did I have to move to the town that holds the World Crazy Golf Championship on the seafront every Autumn?
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