Rich.
Once saw Sam Snead shoot five under for the front nine at RAC in the old Bob Hope Celebrity do. He was 72 years old at the time.
Slough.
As a long term resident of this hotbed of culture, I feel I have to come to it's defence. Firstly, it rhymes with 'now'. But on the subject of the name, a quick browse through my Nuttals Standard Pronouncing Dictionary reveals that Slough means either "The cast off skin of a serpent", "The part that seperates from a foul sore", (nice), or " A hole full of mire"...............Not much hope for the place!
But although it is a crap place to reside, it does have its recompenses.
As a greenkeeper at Stoke Park, I was granted the priviledge of joining the Artisan Section. This club within a club introduced me to the delights of base level golf. Compulsory pre first tee quadruple scotches, the endless stream of obscene jokes, a place where voluminous breaking of wind at the top of the opositions backswing, was not so much poor etequette, but more a cherished skill.
Here's a typical story for illustration. Old Jim was a long-term employee of ICI in Slough and was as a result full of all sorts of aches and ailments associated with a lifetime of toil amongst the dioxins. George was equally decrepit having given the best years of his life to Mars ( not the planet but the confectionary factory). Anyway, they were engaged in a match against the Denham Artisan team and were as usual soundly thrashed (I have never known such uncompetetive golfers as those that frequent Artisan Clubs). So having lost the fiver, Jim said to the opposition "I bet you a fiver, me and George av got five balls between us". (Of course we are not talking golf balls here, but rather the low compression ones that we males use for furtherance of the species). At this point George said "Hold on a minute Jim. Do you know what you're doing?" Jim Replied "yeah, don't worry, leave it to me" and repeated the challenge. Now despite George's objections, the opposition decided to accept the wager reasoning that witnessing this phenomenon would be worth the loss of a fiver anyway. But before Jim could lower his trousers and claim victory, George said "Well I ope you've got four Jim, Cos I've only got the one".
To explain; Jim had developed unwanted growths in his upper trouser area that gave the impression of having three of the spherical objects. However, he had made the rather hasty presumption that George had the standard number therfore bringing the total to five when in fact he had had one lopped off after developing his own problems down below.
True story.
Wouldn't see that happening at Muirfield.