The normal golfer's checklist would read ..."clubs, balls, tees, glove".... but Fat Boy's starts... "wet wipes"... but more of that in a moment.

It's a seven-ball, only the absence of Cutie-Cutie preventing the first full house of the summer and Fat-Boy picks DJ and Mr. Grumpy as his pals for the day. This proves to be an unwise choice as a moderate set of scores is insufficient to keep the combined might of Nance and Stan at bay. Fresh from his stellar performance on his return from exile, Tate slips back into his old ways and cops for a couple of OOBs among other transgressions. In fact the winning four-ball are awash with OOBs and plenty of camels such that Mr. Grumpy returns to Station Road with swag a-plenty.

Now Wikipedia will tell you that it takes about 48 hours for food to pass through the average digestive tract. Not so when Fat-Boy's had a curry. This seems to elbow it's way through with all the urgency of Jenson Button on steroids and Fat-boy is predicting the consequences as early as the third hole. However, he makes it to the sandwiches and obtains welcome relief in trap 2.

It is thus with some surprise that DJ and Mr. Grumpy see him rush off deep into the forest immediately after his drive on the 12th. There he seeks out his favorite midden and adds to the pile that is now so large that the Ordnance Survey must be taking an interest - although God knows what the map symbol will be.

Anyway, Nance takes the individual honours to set himself up for the Olton Cup and Bowl (or should that be Bowel) and DJ is offering a game at 3pm on Thursday afternoon for those who are interested. 

Finally, I note that there is a Junior member called Yousuf Ali. Didn't he used to be Cat Stevens?