I played a cracking fourball betterball competition at the weekend which my opponent and her husband won by a country mile. Kudos to her two back-to-back birdies. 'Birdie' is a word with which I have a passing acquaintance: I've witnessed several.
Anyway, Birdie Girl is moving house and went to check out her new local golf course. Talk about stupid clubhouse rules, this club's stupid rules extended waaaaay beyond! A guy who answered his phone in the locker room was told to switch his phone off as they're not allowed. When the guy protested he was told in no uncertain terms to switch it off - or leave the club.
Oh puhleeeeese.
