Jason, There are plenty of local saints who might have me up for blasphemy: St George, St David, St Andrew come to mind, and if I knew who St Enodoc was I might need to avoid him, too. (Cornwall, like Brittany, enjoyed creating its own saints). The Welsh, too, went in for that sort of independently-minded creativity - St Deiniol is probably known only to aficionados on this site (fun little course overlooking Bangor). Some of those saints are also Royal (St George, St David) so I'd probably be hauled up for treason as well. A few may be getting a bit senile: St Anne's Old, for instance.
I'm not too afraid of Bishop Auckland as it is the home of the Bishop of Durham, and I imagine they are going to ensure that current appointments are of mild men, having achieved a degree of notoriety with Bishop Jenkins a few years ago. But there is a goodly number of religious courses worldwide: Quaker Ridge, Temple, Vicar's Cross (I'm sure he is), Canon's Brook, Magdalene Fields, Druid's Heath, St Nom, St Cloud, San Lorenzo and even San Francisco, to mention but a few.
As it happens I did not play golf - I was too busy - but I did sing a little Latin on the old steam radio - we had an octet doing O Nata Lux by Thomas Tallis on BBC Daily Service this morning - a little gem. Tallis, of course, was a recusant, remaining a Catholic even in protestant Elizabeth 1's reign, so maybe I should have gone over to Rome - the nearest course, Aquasanta, is a real gem, and there's even a course at Castelgandolfo where the Pope has his summer residence. Now I wonder if he sneaks out of the back door occasionally for a swift nine holes - don't misunderstand me, please.
Years ago, in my BBC days, I produced a recording of the Dupre Stations of the Cross in Ampleforth Abbey, a premier Benedictine Abbey. For the two most difficult pieces the organist asked one of the monks to turn pages and act as registrant. The organist was very efficient and got the recording over quickly. I complimented on this and said that if I'd known this I'd have booked in for 18 holes on the way home. Said organist rang me a few days later to say that the monk had thought I had said an 18-year old on the way home!
Back to the plot! Had I played today I suppose I might have got discount at Crook for being a fraud, Verulam and Aqualate for speaking Latin, Ryde for taking them for one, C & L Country Club for spotting that C & L add up to 150 (about as far as I can drive), Southfield (what you don't know is that Hill Top Road is a cul de sac off the wonderfully named Divinity Road), Singing Hills (a bit obvious),the Belfry for being downright batty, and Robin Hood for stealing from the rich.
Your turn!