I don’t know about you, but I’ve never been much of a technophile. Yet, despite this shrugging indifference to gadgets and gizmos, I still have a number of musty drawers that are jam-packed with technological antiquities, redundant chargers and tangled flexes that used to serve a valuable purpose in everyday life but now lie twisted, coiled and useless and resemble something you’d unearth after a rummage around Heath Robinson’s garret.

What this proves, however, is that even if you think you’re not very technically minded, you actually are technically minded and the clutter of obsolete technology merely reinforces the fact that you’re constantly consuming and updating your bloomin’ technology.

Which brings us nicely into last weekend’s Scottish Golf national conference, a production so high-tech, you half expected to walk into the auditorium and get a USB port carved into your neck.

As documented in these pages over the past few days, the governing body’s big showstopper was a state-of-the-art, centralised digital platform which will be free of charge to all affiliated clubs and will include features for tee-time bookings, handicap and membership management and integrated payment processing.

In a nutshell, it will supposedly allow clubs to take control of their business and exploit their revenue, especially in the potentially lucrative market of the nomadic, pay-as-you-go golfer, a vast battalion which makes up 80 per cent of Scotland’s golfing population.

Paul Lawrie gave the concept a glowing endorsement. Those mired in crotchety, cynical fustiness – and there remain plenty like that – will say he was just spinning the party line. But Lawrie is a course owner and a businessman who has always had the game’s well-being at his very heart. His facility in Aberdeen operates at a slight loss. If he is willing to adopt the new system, who are we to argue?

Apparently, within a few hours of the seminar, some 50 clubs had registered an interest to embrace the digital age and try to capitalise on the broad, instantly obtainable online community it has spawned. Of course, change in this game can often be a clunking, clanking, laborious process on a par with renovating a dilapidated steam roller.

The general, and often wide-of-the-mark, assumption is that clubs are so backwards and stuck-in-their-ways, if you put a laptop in the hands of a committee member, he or she would try to toast a sandwich in it. But, as we were told on Saturday, even computers are declining.

“People only use Apps,” said the techie dudes of these thingymebobs you have on your smart phones which will form a major part of Scottish Golf’s aforementioned digital drive.

It’s all about reach, efficiency and ease of access. In days gone by, it took 62 years for the car to reach 50 million users. Not so long ago, an App of Pokemon GO, an augmented reality smartphone craze which this scribe will not even begin to explain, reached 50 million users in just 19 days. We’re not saying you’re going to get 50 million nomadic golfers downloading a tee-time at Pumpherston but you’ve got to be in it to win it. All it is, is an opportunity.

And what do you do with opportunities? That’s right, you try to seize them.

A quick squint around the 450 or so delegates in attendance on Saturday showed there was an enthusiasm for doing something positive while it also highlighted one of the problems the game has; its ageing demographic. Let’s face it, the turn-out wasn’t what you’d call a club 18-30 gathering.

The statistic, meanwhile, that just over 83 per cent of clubs in Scotland still have a Saturday reserved for the main men’s competition once again put the spotlight on the stifling gender imbalance in the game’s cradle.

And as for juniors? Well, that remains a sizeable work in progress too. “To be a strong club takes bravery and boldness,” said one speaker of a flourishing, all-embracing club.

As a governing body, Scottish Golf will always be damned if they do and damned if they don’t. Whichever way you view what those in charge have opted to do, there is one thing most clubs can’t do . . . nothing.