Bells and whistles ring hollow at Augusta

HE will be familiar to regular Irish visitors to the Masters but for the purposes of this article he will remain incognito.

It’s not that the individual, whom we will call ‘Paddy’, is doing anything illegal, but the manner in which he acquires his Masters badges in an effort to make the trip viable would be extremely embarrassing to his sources.

Paddy has been coming to Augusta for 20 years and has helped many leading members of Irish society enjoy a memorable week among the azaleas, dogwood and cathedral pines.