Captain's Day

At Sunnymere Golf Club meticulous plans put in place by club captain Henry Fridlington ought to have guaranteed that his Captain's Day would be the best day in his life. However Henry has recently enforced a 'no swearing on the golf course' policy, a policy which has not gone down at all well with the membership - and a policy which is largely instrumental in ensuring that far from being the best day in his life his Captain's Day quickly turns into the very worst day of his life. Of course the self-important behaviour of Henry himself doesn't help matters. Neither does the arrival of the fire brigade on the golf course, the arrival of the police and the arrival of a twenty feet high pile of manure on the eighteenth green. But even without these unwanted distractions the two naked golfers charging about the course, one of them fuelled by drugs, the other fuelled by the desire to escape from the cuckolded fellow golfer chasing him, might have been enough to make Henry wish he'd never heard of the game of golf. Not to mention the mayhem caused by dance DJ Daddy Rhythm and his 120 decibel disco. Nor what the Lady Captain was getting up to with Henry's father-in-law and two of his friends when Henry called in with his friend the Lord Mayor at the hospitality tent.
Captain's Day will make non-golfers wonder why otherwise sane people take up the game and those who have taken up the game wish they had taken up something less fraught with danger, such as formation hang-gliding.