“The thing you have to understand about me and Byron is that I was in charge of supper… In short, I didn’t cook. In twenty-five years as a responsible adult, I never had.”

Until his career spectacularly imploded, professional golfer, Greg Chandler, had it all – money, women, a jet-setting playboy lifestyle and not a care in the world. Now he’s middle-aged and on the scrapheap, and to make matters worse, his 12-year-old nephew has unexpectedly appeared, suitcase in hand, to disrupt his dissolute bachelor existence.

Bookish, shy and hopeless at sport, Byron is the antithesis of his wayward uncle. Greg hasn’t the first clue about Generation Z – especially when it seems that, in Byron’s case, Z stands for Zen. Yet, as the boy’s reluctant guardian, the faded star must now confront the alien concept of adult responsibility, as well as his own demons.

It’s the biggest challenge of their lives. It also sounds like a recipe for disaster. But blood is thicker than water, and together this unlikely pair just might have the ingredients to beat the world at its own game.