Tales from the Washroom

Open Golf Championship, St Andrews 2015

Far too windy here today, play suspended.

Popped into the R&A to attend to a call of nature in their well appointed washrooms. Just washing my hands amidst fine Italian marble when who should enter and go into stall number 3? Only Nick Faldo!

I waited. His belt buckle jangled, a swoosh of trouser, a pause.

"NNNNnnnnrghhh" said Mr Faldo.

"GET IN THE BOWL !" I shouted at the top of my voice,  just outside the stall door.

Comedy gold.

 Security didn't seem to think so.