Hysterical that the Google ads are now trying to sell everyone golf umbrella, patio umbrellas, etc.
<giggle>
For me, it’s more like an extended holiday with an embarrassing friend.
Extended? My, aren’t we proud?
Myself, I have what you might call a “golf penis.” I’m constantly trying not to poke people’s eyes out with it.
The OP is all wet.
If they didn’t have to zoom in so close to find it, you wouldn’t have that problem. 
Now they seem to be all about anxiety and panic attacks, for some reason.
And as a regular London commuter, I have to say that feckin huge golf umbrellas have no place on pavements where people are crowded together like sardines. Nor do broken ratty lopsided umbrellas with three or four spokes poking nakedly out from underneath a tattered scrap of cloth like some sort of midaeval weapon. Or walking about with arms swinging like some sort of wind-up toy. Or cigarettes held down at hip height, pointing sideways. Or generally acting like an oblivious fucktard who’s never encountered other human beings.
Being rained on in London I can cope with. Being smacked in the face, poked in the eye, whapped in the nuts and singed in the trouser area is another matter.
As an occasional visitor to London from the provinces - Abso-friggin-lutely. And don’t get me started on bloody pavement cyclists.