The guy who seeks refuge in the toilet, the pro shop, the office knowing we're headed for the bar. The same guy who takes twice as long cleaning his trolley and shoes and an eternity stowing it away in his car.
Yep, I know him!
Every club has at least one. Our roll up had one. We got to asking him what he wanted as he was putting his gear away. This led to him confirming he was going in. We’d order and tell the bar staff Fred was paying. He bought every first round for the 3-4 ball he was in.
A bit dangerous if he’d had a bad round - he could grump for England.