Storm clouds are gathering above the bar of the less-than-exclusive Thistle Hotel.Stuart Ransom, a jet-setting, supermodel-chasing pro golfer with an extravagantego and a career nearing the end of a spectacular decline, is drinking his waythrough the night. Desperate for attention, he strikes up free-flowingconversations with anyone who will listen. But as he banters with Jen, the impishbarmaid with a talent for telling tall tales rivaled only by Stuart’s own, the nighttakes an extraordinary turn. Among those caught up in the unfolding drama are a tattooist with a mad motherand a love of anything from the 1940s; a free-thinking Muslim sex therapist and hisconsiderably more conservative wife; the mysterious Vicki, the sister of Stuart’sdefiant yet curiously devoted manager; and a misguided female vicar of the Churchof England and her husband, Gene, the Thistle’s hapless bartender. They are a highly entertaining and eccentric bunch, but there’s more to them thanmeets the eye. “There enter in questions of what it is to be consumed by love orlust, by shame, by the longing to be someone else or nobody” (The Guardian), andThe Yips unites them in an absorbing, exhilarating tour de force.