Off Sean's and Tom's mention of blowing things up before the routing starts, I think it's time to mention again Mr. Rocco Nocco, an unsung hero who worked with Macdonald-Raynor during the 1910s. I have come to imagine that Mr. Nocco handled the dynamite in those days. I could go on and on about Mr. Nocco, but it's best maybe to let him speak for himself:
"Hey, you want to blow something up, you call Rocco. That's me, Rocco. Don't worry about nothing, I'll take care of everything. I'll blow up anything you want, I don't give a f-ck. Last time, last year, I blew up something over there, you know, around the corner over there, and one of the big-shots comes over and says 'Hey Rocco, that looks just like a hole from Saint Andrews now.' I tell him, 'So what, what the f-ck do I care?' You know what I mean? That's all it takes to make a golf hole? So let's make a million of them then, what do I care. I'm not gonna be playing the stupid game anyway. Are you kidding me - walking around like a jerk-off in some bad slacks, sticks in my hand, 'Oh, tally-ho, fine shot old chap!' F-ck that sh-t! Give me the ponies anytime. Come on, get serious - what do I know about Saint Andrews? Who the hell is Saint Andrews anyway that they gotta go name a golf course after him? Some English saint, right? Yeah, naturally. Listen, for my money, you wanna name a golf course, name it after a good saint, a big saint - you know, Saint Peter, Saint Paul, one of the big guys. Look, if you didn't actually die to become a saint, you ain't a saint in my books. You gotta die, you gotta actually take the hit -- otherwise they'd be making everyone a saint! But anyway, what the f-uck am I talking about -- you wanna blow something up, you tell me where and when and you pay me the money and I'll make all the f-cking Saint Andrews holes you want...."
Rocco's point being -- I think -- that if you want to create random features, maybe it's best to have a guy like him come in before the "big-shots" arrive.
Peter