The mating call of the racket-tailed drongo - Michael Tobert

The August and Venerable Golf Club of St Magnus is in trouble. Under an ancient deed, the members discover that their beloved Clubhouse will revert to the daughter of the local fishmonger if, on her eighteenth birthday, she is still a virgin. The birthday is imminent, and the Secretary decides to take matters into his own hands. As the day of reckoning draws near, suitors, snakes, Sanskrit, fish, tsunamis, the Kama Sutra, secret tunnels, Japanese reporters, the halls of Harmonia, and the fated footsteps of true love pop up like sprinklers on a golf course or vowels in the Vedas. This irreverent story twists and winds like an Indian python towards its surprising soft-breathed Scottish apocalypse.

Michael Tobert lives in Fife. This is his first foray into fiction, following the success of his hilarious travel guide to St Andrews.

... one of the funniest things I've read for a considerable time. - www.nooza.com