I can see it now. The God of Golf, Demeter, sat there upon an emerald throne, looking down at Oakmont, a little irritated but hey, that's Gods for you. And she thinks unto herself, " O my god, why o why is that man paying for that putter when there are free ones to be had? Wait, did I say O my god? I AM a god. ess."
"Persephone! get your lilly ass down there and try to spread the word! And while you're there, don't let that ass leave hoofprints on the green. "
Persphone- "Yes Mum." (as an aside to herself- "What everrrrr" )
Persephone accesses facebook on her iphone IV to update status. " Always being putter pon! brb"
Lizzie xx