- 3rd
- October
- 2010
What Is This, The Henley Regatta?
Just when you thought golf had started to shake that ugly elitist stigma off its shoulder, you get twatty rah types turning up in their droves for the Ryder Cup. ‘Hoorah! Let’s take daddy’s credit card and Range Rover to the Celtic Manor for a jolly good hammering,’ says Tarquin to Tommasina.
These douches really grind my gears, but I guess that’s what happens when you line the course with hospitality tents full of Veuve Cliquot: plebs sporting perfectly-quiffed hair, Ray Bans, Barbour jackets, Abercrombie & Fitch polos, white jodhpurs and designer wellies all over the shop.
Hey Jonty, why don’t you do us all a favour by going back to Eton and spending your weekends at the polo and regatta instead, yeah?
