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I was watching the Golf. Or more to the point, watching a load of blokes standing under umbrellas looking a bit glum.

If their secret life was meeting up with their feline mates, sinking a couple of beers and going out on the Raz before ending up in the local Yates Wine lodge for a fight, I'd be interested. Without watching it, I'd imagine their not so secret life involved catching the odd mouse, shatting in...