More than a game: Time for resolutions

As time continues its inexorable journey and 2007 becomes 2008, Fergus takes stock and thinks about the coming year.

So 2007 is over. Bloody hell, it went by fast. I?ve read in a few places how time is relative and as you grow older each year represents a smaller fraction of your life. By the time you?re 80 a year must pass before you?ve had a chance to eat your breakfast.

We were staying with my in-laws on the west coast over the festive period and a distinct lack of golf freed up my brain to do some dangerous thinking on the uncompromising and unstoppable nature of time. I realised a couple of years ago the likelihood of me picking up a major title before the age of 30 has diminished considerably, if not vanished. If I?m brutally honest with myself, I?m not going to win one at all am I? Oh woe is me. I also realised that (if things go according to plan) one third of my life is now over. That means just two thirds left to do something meaningful.

Fergus Bisset
Contributing Editor

Fergus is Golf Monthly's resident expert on the history of the game and has written extensively on that subject. He has also worked with Golf Monthly to produce a podcast series. Called 18 Majors: The Golf History Show it offers new and in-depth perspectives on some of the most important moments in golf's long history. You can find all the details about it here.

He is a golf obsessive and 1-handicapper. Growing up in the North East of Scotland, golf runs through his veins and his passion for the sport was bolstered during his time at St Andrews university studying history. He went on to earn a post graduate diploma from the London School of Journalism. Fergus has worked for Golf Monthly since 2004 and has written two books on the game; "Great Golf Debates" together with Jezz Ellwood of Golf Monthly and the history section of "The Ultimate Golf Book" together with Neil Tappin , also of Golf Monthly.

Fergus once shanked a ball from just over Granny Clark's Wynd on the 18th of the Old Course that struck the St Andrews Golf Club and rebounded into the Valley of Sin, from where he saved par. Who says there's no golfing god?