The sport club that hosted the wedding reception I went to east of London last September felt similarly understated, I thought. And, was shockingly undersupplied on decent whisky. They made up for it with some excellent beer on tap, though.
Frankly, I, too, have never seen the point of golf. It seems best explained as an excuse to stand around outdoors drinking beer, moving from one spot to another every few minutes. As I've never much needed an excuse to stand around drinking beer, I'm happy to continue doing so without also "paying greens fees" and "tipping the caddy" and "buying clubs" and other similarly questionable expenditures.
I would, however, rather enjoy a good steak pie right about now.
"Frankly, I, too, have never seen the point of golf. It seems best explained as an excuse to stand around outdoors drinking beer, moving from one spot to another every few minutes."
-- You can do all that with Morris dancing, as well! (Apparently):-)
The basis of golf is pretty simple. Hit a ball into a hole using a club, and whoever gets it in with the last hits wins. OK, the rules get insanely complicated after that, but so do the rules of other sports. I don't know half the rules of rugby. Once they all pile into a ruck or whatever, which side wins a penalty is a complete mystery to me, and at times it seems to the TV commentators as well.
I don't get it either, yet everyone who lives around me seems to be obsessed by it. The chap opposite is always polishing his clubs, and our neighbour is seen most bright days wandering off with his golf clubs. Then there's our other neighbour who goes on golfing holidays to Tenerife and the chap two doors down who goes to the same club as the others.
I once turned up at a family friend's house in a Jethro Tull "Stand Up" T-shirt. We were being taken to his Golf club for a meal. I was told in no uncertain terms that Jethro Tull T-shirts decorated with wood carvings of Ian Anderson and Co was not the correct attire and had to borrow a shirt.
As you say, it was just a brown, vaguely crap bar and I recall that the beer was absolutely vile. However, the food was very good, and the sort of stuff you get in decent restaurants.
I don't have much interest in sport, but can watch a football match or other similar sports and feel vaguely excited at times... But golf I don't get, either.
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And on an entirely unrelated note, we need to organise something for next Tuesday don't we?
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We do. There is an excellent pub about half way between here and the Royal York. Could that be a plan?
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Frankly, I, too, have never seen the point of golf. It seems best explained as an excuse to stand around outdoors drinking beer, moving from one spot to another every few minutes. As I've never much needed an excuse to stand around drinking beer, I'm happy to continue doing so without also "paying greens fees" and "tipping the caddy" and "buying clubs" and other similarly questionable expenditures.
I would, however, rather enjoy a good steak pie right about now.
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-- You can do all that with Morris dancing, as well! (Apparently):-)
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I once turned up at a family friend's house in a Jethro Tull "Stand Up" T-shirt. We were being taken to his Golf club for a meal. I was told in no uncertain terms that Jethro Tull T-shirts decorated with wood carvings of Ian Anderson and Co was not the correct attire and had to borrow a shirt.
As you say, it was just a brown, vaguely crap bar and I recall that the beer was absolutely vile. However, the food was very good, and the sort of stuff you get in decent restaurants.
I don't have much interest in sport, but can watch a football match or other similar sports and feel vaguely excited at times... But golf I don't get, either.
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