Head made his way to the microphone looking snazzy in a red baseball cap obviously inspired by Ricky Fowler. However, any comparisons with the cocky young American ended there, as Head was more jittery than Lee Westwood trying to sink a four-footer for par.
Things improved when Head recited some beat poetry, but to be honest there was nothing there that Peter Alliss couldn’t have come up with off the top of his head in the commentary box after a couple of whiskeys at lunchtime.
Things took an interesting turn when Head enlisted an audience member to help with a play about pensions, which to this reviewer seemed to be more about the importance of maintaining a healthy lifestyle in preparation for a second career on the Champions’ Tour.
Level par – 3 golf balls.
Reviewer – Gary Playa