Bring a group. Bring your worst jokes. Bring your enemies (they will suffer). Junkyard Golf Club at First Street is not a place for quiet reflection; it’s a place for high-fiving strangers when your ball miraculously goes in, and dramatically groaning when it bounces off your own foot.
Is it professional? No. Is it refined? Absolutely not. But is it the most fun you can have with a putter in Manchester? Yes. And if you accidentally whack a plastic dinosaur in the face, nobody judges you. They just hand you another drink.
Go. Put your phone away. Swing wildly. You’ll thank me later.
