For many years I had an impression of my golf swing, which was that I vividly resembled Tom Weiskopf in the takeaway and Dave Marr on the downswing. Unfortunately, there came a day when I was invited to have my golf swing filmed via a video camera. Something I will never do again. When it was played back, what I saw – what you would have seen – was not Weiskopf and Marr but a man simultaneously climbing into a sweater and falling out of a tree.
