There are some strange rules in some clubhouses. Some I can kind of understand. Some I really don't get at all. And some just make me cross.
No spikes. That makes sense. They'd make a mess and ruin the carpet, and no-one would like that.
No mobile phones. Hmm, not so sure about that one. I went to a club recently where they have that rule. Quite a snooty club, incidentally. I assume it's because they want to create an oasis of calm, a haven from the pressures of the outside world. Maybe. My club has no rules on this, and it's not a deafening cacophony of mobile ringtones and Dom Joly-esque bellowing. Let's face it, it is quite handy, being able to ring your hapless family member to come and pick you up because you decided to get stuck into the cider three hours ago and now the bar has run out so you want to go home. It's also quite handy being able to ring your golfing partner to ask why, when they tee'd off at 9.28 and the round was probably over by 2pm, they're still not back by 6pm and why are they slurring?
And another thing. Jackets and ties. What is that all about??? How is it that I can go to a £50-a-head restaurant in Mayfair in jeans, but I can't have some prawns marie-rose and chicken-in-sauce without dressing up like it's some kind of interview? Who goes anywhere in a jacket and tie, except work? Some people don't even go to work in a jacket and tie. You tell me how that's not pointless wankiness.
Golf clubs are good at pointless wankiness.
