Ryder...release!!!

End of that spectacle of trouser-gloved, ball whackers around the Glen of Eagles...and my mother has returned tired but happy, so that's the main thing.

I ceremoniously cut her out of her tournament ID wristband, which once on could only be cut off permanently, rendering the imprisoned bereft of marketing hype access and the chance of buying a golf cap for £20...(yes, £20 for an item which costs around £2 wholesale!!)

Struck me it was not unlike an ASBO ankle-tag, only with the Ryder Cup Organisation's Villainous HQ sounding klaxons when a wearer passed beyond fiscal-frisking opportunities!