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It seems the golf course in St. Andrews, Scotland, is turning into an unlikely Booty Central for older male actors with thinning hair. First, Kevin Costner took his wife to the Old Course Hotel on their honeymoon and wound up being accused of soliciting some slap-and-tickle from a masseuse; now, The Sunday Telegraph — well on top of what may become known as the "In The Hole!" beat — reports that Bill Murray, ganking a move from his Lost In Translation alter ego, met 22-year old Lykke Stavnef at a bar and accompanied the Scandinavian lass to a party overflowing with nubile young blondes. But that's where the similarities with the film end, unless Sofia Coppola cut out the stirring, emotionally pivotal scene where Murray gazes deeply into Johansson's eyes and then tenderly plunges his hands elbow-deep into her wet, long-ignored sink:

While Murray made no attempt at singing this time, he amazed the revellers by offering to cook and then clean the dirty dishes.

"It was really funny because he was pretty old compared with all the other people there, but he was so relaxed and it was really amusing when he started to wash up," said Miss Stavnef. [...]

"He was joking with me about reheating some leftover pasta and how drunk everyone was. The pasta was probably quite hard to get off the dishes because they had been sitting around."

The 56-year-old actor was in St Andrews for a celebrity golf event but, rather than retire for an early night when last orders were called, he went off to explore the more playful side of the historic city. [...]

[Stavnef] was concerned that there were no clean glasses when she arrived with Murray but she said he was quite happy to drink vodka from a coffee cup.

As news spread around the city that Murray was a surprise guest at a student party, the house became crowded with people wanting to meet the star of Ghostbusters and Groundhog Day.

"The alcohol ran out very quickly when word got round that he was with us," said Agnes Huitfeldt, 22, an economics and finance student.

The party then kicked into gear when Murray regaled them with tales of how, just that day, he'd successfully blown sky-high a gopher that was terrorizing the Scottish course's storied fairways. He then rid the house of a pesky ghost, checked in with the three jumpsuit-clad female spies he supervises, and left for the night to rejoin his submarine and its crew — only to wake up the next day and relive the whole experience all over again, right down to the dry, flaky dishpan hands.