In what should turn out to be the first of a series of ending/opening season celebration matches, 6 Muffins assembled at Blackwell GC on a sunny autumnal morn. Only Mr. Grumpy had previously sampled the delights of Blackwell - but that applies to so many courses it's hardly worth mentioning.

After the regulation bacon sarnies Fat-Boy sends out Nance, Tate and himself to be followed by Mr. Grumpy, Turbo and DJ. At this point Ladbrokes are making the first 3-ball clear favourites but, as we know there's no such thing as a racing certainty. 

Blackwell is not long, but the fairways are narrow and the greens lightening quick evidenced by DJ's lip-out from 8 feet at the 15th which eventually comes to rest 15 feet away. At half-way, there's only one point in it and at full time the 1st three-ball think they've shaded it by the same margin. However, Mr. Grumpy has been marking the card wearing his distance glasses and has failed to spot all Turbo's 2-shotters. DJ's subsequent recalculation earns himself, Turbo and Mr. Grumpy a popular one point victory.

After a pint and toasted sandwiches, served by a stewardess with all the customer-handling skills of Basil Fawlty, the afternoon draw for just 9 holes exchanges Nance for DJ and the golf descends further in quality. A poor 30 points in which the only highlight is Nance's 4 nett 3 on the par 5 eigth is, however, sufficient for a one point victory for him, Turbo and Mr. Grumpy.

More beers and a curry in Solihull rounds-off a most successful day organised by Fat-Boy and heavily subsidised by Tate, the Pharoah of Fines. The only disappointment being the non-appearance of Brett and Cutie-Cutie. Their fines will be spent another day.