If you have found this blog the chances are you are well into the process of screwing up your life by the most wicked game ever invented by man – golf.

The idea begins innocently enough and you actually enjoy all the positive things about walking about on pristine fairways on crisp mornings with the sounds of birds tweeting and the real world about a million miles away then little by little you begin to think about your game. You start to replay the rounds in your head, the approach angles, the lies, the putts which lipped out, the drives which started right and finished way right. You have that glazed looked at breakfast wondering if the rain is going to hold off long enough to steal away to the practice green to work on some chipping. You start to watch the pros and think “I could have made that”. In short you are screwed.

The good news is you are not alone. There are thousands of people as screwed up as you are out there all hacking craters out of nice fairways all over the world. Like all golfers at some point you will become obsessed by numbers and statistics and what is needed to reduce your handicap. You will compare yourself to your fellow golfer and look at how to shave those precious stokes off your game. With this in mind I’ll tell my objective every round is to break eighty. Now I’m not a pro but I am a decent amateur humble enough to lay down before the golfing gods and understand that my game will always be in constant repair but stupid enough to think that one day I will actually go out and shoot that one blinding round. You know the one. You see the hole like it’s a bucket, every drives bounces down the fairway, and every approach leaves you with a gimme. So although my realistic objective is to break eighty my secret objective is to break the course record.

This is golf nirvana. It’s the vision which drives you to practice in the cold, to putt in the rain and to imagine your backswing at the coffee machine. So join the blog and I’ll try to give some ideas about how I see the game of golf, what I collate from around the net, and about getting the damn ball into the hole.