The following is from The Telegraph’s story of today on the first round of The Masters Golf Tournament:

At 10.45 there was an air of eager expectancy around the first tee as people waited for Ian Poulter. Having been advised to play down his hair, Poulter had said he would make up for it with his clothes. Yesterday, true to his word, he was out and about in pink. Pink visor, pink trousers and pink and white striped shoes.
On Wednesday night, Charles Howell, one of the tour’s practical jokers, had used his southern drawl to impersonate a member of Augusta’s championship committee. Having dialled Poulter, he told the Englishman that word had reached the committee that he was not planning to be as soberly clad as they would wish.
Poulter, who was completely taken in, had a question for the official.

“What about Doug Sanders?” he asked, in a reference to the garish dress of the runner-up in the 1970 Open.
“We weren’t happy about that, either,” returned Howell.

So the conversation continued until Howell decided enough was enough on the eve of the player’s first Masters.