Indeed there is a school of thought that holds as its central article of faith the inexorable conviction that golf was invented by God to teach man the futility of human effort. Winston Churchill once described golf as '...a game whose aim is to hit a very small ball into an even smaller hole with weapons singularly ill-designed for the purpose', and then compounded his frustration by spending most of his spare time building walls, no doubt as something slightly less unyielding to bang his head against.
And no one is safe. Not money, nor fame, nor a lifetime's subscription to DIY Monthly can ensure immunity. Kings, Presidents, stars of stage and screen, not to mention the occasional plumber from Watford, have all fallen under the game's insidious spell. George V said the game made him ‘damn angry’, Eisenhower suffered a heart attack from the shock of having an afternoon's round suddenly interrupted and Sean Connery forsook the ‘rough and tumble’ of James Bond for ‘tumbling into the rough’ at Sunningdale and Troon.
with a set of clubs borrowed from uncle Fred.