What's the etiquette here??

I can't help but wonder at the type of person who considers using the sink for such purposes.

Does the position of the sink (height / depth) give any clues as to the perpetrator? I'd imagine you'd be able to eliminate (sorry) those patrons with one leg, for example, or those who are a little low in the inseam.

What possible joy can it bring, to do such a thing? And yet, they walk among us.

Best of luck with the investigations; at the very least the perp should lose their membership

Any update here, Brendan? Was the culprit caught? Most unfortunate state of affairs for a club. Seems you have a real issue there with one or more fiends leaving last night's dinner in sinks, golf shoes, bags, cups, in bushes, the President's trophy etc. The new handicap system must not be treating them well.

Don't mean to be casting broad strokes here, but sounds like the sort of thing that might go on in parklands "up past the airport". Sort of club that attracts lots of taxi drivers and golf societies from pubs in Kimmage and Baldoyle. Unlikely to get the same sort of behaviour in the clubs on Bull Island and in Portmarnock. Definitely not The Island either. Could be Corballis now that I think about it.

Society shams I would opine.

Not a scrap of etiquette between the lot of them in my experience. Tracksuit bottoms with a half litre of Lucozade in each pocket.

Bag of Slazenger sticks.

Golf sure brings out the worst and best in people. Some society golfer probably with a limp from sitting sideways on a bar stool, probably couldn't squat and instead of drop from a height like a dambuster decided to go in the sink, filthy kernt didn't even wash his hands by the sounds of things… I imagine this bogus was probably decked out in Dunlop and Slazenger attire, probably a black slazenger gilet and black tartan check dunlop three quarter lengths all sponsored by Sports Direct, probably using Wilson Ultra yellow golf balls, and a set of Fazer golf clubs… Next time this society darkens the doorstep of your esteemed golf club set traps in the toilets akin to a scene from home alone! You'll soon narrow it down, this wasn't the persons first rodeo if he's sh1ting in the sink Brendan, and only a slap of a tin of paint or a steam iron into the frontal lobe will quieten him!