While on my search for a new book to read I came across an oldie but goodie that I've read countless times - The Amateurs by John Niven. If I was to make a list of the all-time funniest books I've ever read, this'd be high on the list.
I bought this way back in 2009 (I think?) after reading the blurb and knowing it was for me. This was back when I still bought paperbacks, and I imported it from the UK because I couldn't wait for shops in Australia to carry it.
I'm not a golfer, but you don't have to be to enjoy this story. Yes, the main character is obsessed with it but mainly because how bad he is at it. Until one fateful day he cops a golf ball to the head and his whole life changes. Sort of for the better, but a lot for the worse...
This book isn't for the easily offended. After our hero Gary catches a golf ball in the side of his head, he wakes up a little changed from who he used to be. The change for the better is that he's suddenly no longer the worlds worst golfer. The blow to the head has rendered it impossible for Gary to make a bad shot. He quickly climbs the ranks of his local club and even makes it through to the British Open where he gets to play alongside his golfing idol.
The downside is he's also woken up with a Tourette's syndrome and... well, an insatiable need to pleasure himself whenever he's stressed.
The secondary plotline involves his wife who is cheating on him with the carpet king of Scotland, his useless brother Lee and local crime boss Ranta, all of which plays out a story reminiscent of say Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels.
There's a lot of heavy Scottish-ness in the story which doesn't bog it down too much even if I did have to read a sentence once or twice the first time to understand what they meant.