Gary Irvine is useless at golf but cringingly ambitious nonetheless. This all changes when he is hit by a golf ball and falls into a coma. Coming out of it, turns out he is a brilliant golf player and even makes it into the Open playing next to all his heroes. Of course, there is the slight draw-back of having developed a very rare form of rather sexually explicit tourette's syndrome but you can't have it all. Enter into the plot a scheming wife, a brother mixing with the wrong crowd, a sports journalist trying to make a name for herself and a top gangster with a great love of sports, mix it with Niven's inimitable style and the Scottish way of swearing and you'll be left in stitches. I was anyway, loved this book.