A potential full house for Week 3 nearly becomes 7 as Fat-Boy cuts it very fine for the 08:30am start time. Cutie-Cutie moves the clock in the locker room entrance forward by 5 minutes, but Fat-Boy is clearly still pissed and to his credit makes it from his pit to the 1st tee within 15 minutes. An unusually strightforward toss pits the "Muffin Originals" against the New Kids on the Block and off they go into a chilly morning.

Fat-Boy's night on the electric soup has affected his internal compass. A big slice on the 4th is accompanied by a shout of "fore left" which has people 100 yards from the actual landing zone ducking for cover, whilst those in mortal danger remain blissfully ignorant. Mind you, Fat-Boy himself has nearly been taken out by a Cutie-Cutie exocet on the 2nd.

A further talking point occurs on the 12th where Brett plays out of the fairway bunker. He strikes the ball and then the pose, scanning the horizon for the dropping ball - only for DJ to point out that it's still in the bunker. There are several further swipes, some whilst both player and ball are on the move - shots that DJ finally has to pay for. There's a unsubstantiated rumour that Brett may yet swap his golf club membership for that of the Caravan Club.

In the final analysis it's a game of two halves with the nines shared, but Fat-Boy, Nance, Turbo and Mr. Grumpy collect the £2 for the match. Tate marks his maiden appearance of the summer with the individual ten points shading out Mr. Grumpy. 

Cutie-Cutie's remarkable week 1 performance proves to have been a false dawn and with Tour interferring, it may be a month before he's seen again.

Some healthy fines contributions sees Mr. Grumpy cart away £21.75.