That's How It Happened

Yesterday I took part in the premier event in all of urban golf. I came through the public selection with a wildcard place in Group B, teeing off just behind the organiser, Jeremy Feakes, and DJ Shaun Keaveny. The GF bravely volunteered to caddy for me, and we looked mighty dapper in our matching blue jumpers and tweed hats. Our foursome included semi-celeb Cheeky Pete, who had secured the services of a brace of Eye Candy Caddies, to porter his clubs. Urban golf is not just about aesthetics though. The Old Course is laid out across the whole of Shoreditch, with tees adjacent to the key bars of the area. The luxurious blue carpeted "greens", sometimes hundreds of yards distant, require precision driving and chipping. Each hole is an open drain, conveniently flagged in the centre of each green. The roads were closed for the event, but parked cars, windows, and pedestrians are all under fire for the firm hacky-sacks that serve as balls. Four hours of hacking my way round the course would have been strenuous enough, even before the mandatory Jameson's and ginger beer at every hole. My complete photoset is here and more photos are piling into flickr.

Tags: shoreditch, golf