Look, its suburbia. Theres not a whole lot to do. Rows and rows of neatly manicured gardens behind which stoically dull people tap away at laptops, securing tomorrows Waitrose order while knocking back copious amounts of Sauvignon. Plus, were teenagers. We cant get served in bars and club door staff laugh at us with a quite unnecessary amount of brio. Thus, we make our own entertainment. When Simons Dad, prone to humiliating his son with the warmest possible intention of turning him into a man, insists on his offspring accompanying him to a golf tournament, the mirth this causes among the lads leads to the adoption of a whole new hobby: daffodil golf. Drunk, bored and patrolling the streets looking for fun, Jay sets his sights upon a particularly uptight neighbours garden and proceeds to smash the heads off of every single one of his prized flowers with a nine iron. It's only a matter of time before daffodil golf becomes an Olympic sport.
