You know how golf clubs tend to be a little on the snooty side, immaculately presented and governed by a host of strict house rules?
Well imagine a club that was the complete opposite of that. Take away the club house itself. Now add broken Buckfast bottles and cart in a load of crushed Tennent's Super cans. Congratulations, you have just imagined Knightswood Golf Course.
While the cheap local resource is fine for non-golfers like me to batter a few balls about the nine holes on offer, if you are in anyway a serious golfer just part with the extra cash to play at a top notch course.
Somehow hitting a hole in one feels slightly less impressive when the players behind you are swigging MD2020 and calling you a "banger" as you line your shot up.
