It always starts very well, but by the sixth hole, things have fallen apart: pity the people behind us
The summer has seen us spend more days out in the UK than usual, and we have taken the frustrating step of deciding everything by committee. Like democracy proper, this means we often end up on a day out that the majority of the car are not in favour of. You might consider our day trip to Legoland a metaphor for the government’s dealings with NHS staff, in that, unbelievably, you also have to pay for parking.
My wife and I have been looking for things that unify opinion in the run-up to the “Where are we going for our day out?” elections. We have been surprised to discover that one of the biggest drivers in where we decide to go is whether or not the attraction has crazy golf or mini golf. Crazy golf is much better than mini golf, but many places are now calling themselves crazy golf, without showing the slightest hint of lunacy. After many disappointing visits to what is in fact a very boring mini-golf course with some toy dinosaurs duct-taped to it, I am a strong advocate for regulation in this area.
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