Jimaroid
Journeyman Pro
So I popped my cherry last night. It all started with a lovely man turning up at my door... He had arrived courtesy of Mr DPD and Mrs Amazon and he handed me a box containing a lovely pair of new shoes. Everyday shoes, nothing out of the ordinary, so off I go into the spare room where we have a dress mirror and I can try them on. I'm stood there looking at myself, turning this way and that, admiring my new purchase when I naturally fall into my golf stance and start a cheeky little practice swing.
"Hmmm" I think.
Something wasn't feeling right, was it just the new shoes or the lack of a club in my hands? Nearby I spy my daughter's set of play clubs.
Fig i. Play clubs
"Aha! The yellow plastic is the perfect club for this." I pulled it out of its tour bag. I adopted my stance, took a lovely big swing and in an almighty cacophony of ringing and flying glass proceed to smash the lampshade above my head.
So I'm stood there, toy club in hand, in a shower of glass shards and laughing like a drain. It was always inevitable that something would be broken as a result of indoor golf practice one day but I never expected to do it with a toy club.
"Hmmm" I think.
Something wasn't feeling right, was it just the new shoes or the lack of a club in my hands? Nearby I spy my daughter's set of play clubs.
Fig i. Play clubs
"Aha! The yellow plastic is the perfect club for this." I pulled it out of its tour bag. I adopted my stance, took a lovely big swing and in an almighty cacophony of ringing and flying glass proceed to smash the lampshade above my head.
So I'm stood there, toy club in hand, in a shower of glass shards and laughing like a drain. It was always inevitable that something would be broken as a result of indoor golf practice one day but I never expected to do it with a toy club.