Junkyard Golf has arrived in London. Originating in Manchester, the London format opened its doors in May. When we heard about it, we decided to book some tickets and see what the fuss was about.
Junkyard Golf is very much like crazy golf, not real golf. Lucky really, as my friends will testify, I hate real golf and I’m also a really bad sport as I’m sooo bad at it. The difference with Junkyard Golf is that it literally is made out of junk. There are three courses in the London venue which is located at the Old Truman Brewery at Brick Lane.
We played on the course called Pedro, which is described as a polluted paradise. It has some really interesting setups on the holes.
There was one where you had to hit your ball up the ramp and into an old washing machine which in turn would spit it back out on the other side of the course. I did have a good go at this one. My ball was poorly aimed and I managed to hit the washing machine door. Much to everyone’s amusement it pinged off in the correct direction and then landed on the correct bit of the course for its final putt.
After the fifth-hole we decided to stop at one of the four bars and try out the cocktails. All were cleverly named, things like ‘who’s your caddy’ and ‘tee diddy’. My cocktail was pretty good, but then again it had vimto in it and I love vimto.
After our cocktail stop we carried on to the final few holes. There was one very tricky one. The aim was to hit your ball up the ramp with a view to it dropping in the top of the volcano. Only one out of seven in our party managed it. The rest of us were left chasing our balls which were in various places on the hole or in some cases on other holes (due to our general lack of skill).
Totting up the scores, I came a very respectable second. After completing the course we went and had a look at the other courses. There were some pretty impressive installations made out of junk.
At £10.50 per person (including a booking fee) I think it’s a little steep for a nine-hole course. I can’t deny I had a lot of fun, but I think I would have had as much fun at one at the seaside that might have only cost a fiver. But you do only live once and I can now say I have played on a crazy golf course made out of junk.
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