The Diggers 

One of the golf party seemed to be a very religious man, who frequently referred to the son of God after almost every drive. I overheard that he was from a remote island in the middle of nowhere, so possibly the Caribbean. Maybe a neighbour of that Branson lad.

Also, another man of god, though he did seem to have some strong right wing views so has perhaps been radicalised by some bizarre cultish publication - The Sun maybe.

Another one was from a remote wilderness in the North, that we called agent orange, not because of his tan (that belongs to another of the party) but because he's a very effective defoliant, taking out trees, shubs and much undergrowth in order to get back on the fairway.

There was one who may be oriental as he was called Short Phat, nearly got lost a few times in the rough which was over his head. He's perhaps a benefit scrounger as he was constantly using a motibility scooter.

The fifth one was definately Hispanic. I can recognise someone who spends all their time in the sun - you don't get a tan like that by working for a living. The others referred to him as bandit on more than one occassion as well.

The last one also looked foreign. Perhaps from the middle east as every time he went near a bunker the others laughed and pointed.

Still following them. keep you posted