It was a sunny Sunday morning on the first hole at Paraparaumu Beach Golf Club and I was beginning my pre-shot routine, visualising my upcoming shot, when a piercing voice came over the Clubhouse loudspeaker. 'Would the gentleman on the women's tee back up to the men's tee please!' I could feel every eye on the course looking at me.. I was still deep in my routine, seemingly impervious to the interruption. Again the announcement, 'Would that MAN on the WOMEN'S tee kindly back up to the MEN'S tee.' I simply ignored the announcement and kept concentrating, when once more, the man yelled: 'Would the MAN on the WOMEN'S tee back up to the MEN'S tee, PLEASE!' Finally, I stopped, turned and looked through the clubhouse window directly at the person with the mike. I cupped my hands and shouted back, 'Would the cunt in the clubhouse kindly shut the fuck up and let me play my second shot?'