Growing up as a teenager near Nottingham, Tom Cox was possessed by an evil spirit. Despite his hip parentage, nascent fashion sense and regular exposure to good music from an early age, he was inexorably drawn into the bizarre, ritualistic world that is golf, with its endless rules and strange trousers. And so, from 1988 to 1995, Tom became East Midlands golf's answer to Iggy Pop. Assisted by his fellow junior members at the local club, he cut a swathe through the golfing establishment, putting dead animals in his fellow golfers' shoes, setting fire to the club professional's shop, trying to make Colin Montgomerie cry and repeatedly wearing the wrong-coloured socks. But Tom also wanted to be the best, taking five years out of normal adolescent existence to live, breathe, walk and talk nothing but the sport he loved. The golf course was the place where he simultaneously felt most at home and most alienated. This book tells how Tom tried to fit in, failed, got down to a handicap of two, tried to fit in again, got suspended from the club, got corrupted by rock and roll, then attempted to use it to corrupt golf itself. It's a highly entertaining story of lost innocence, derailed adolescence and abominable knitwear.