You know where you are with Ivor Robson. If he says your tee time is 08:30am, then 08:30 am it is. Not '08:30am but possibly 08:15am, and I'll start when I get there'. Brett hasn't even got a nice green blazer. 

It's January 6th, the first Sunday of 2008 and 6 Muffins slip and slide their way down an icy Mirfield Road at various times after 08:30am for another round of the Winter Trophy. It promises to be a blue sky morning, but Jack Frost has nipped out for eighteen holes early doors, so the boys don plenty of layers and walk out into a winter wonderland. Tate does the tossing and walks to the tee accompanied by Brett and Turbo, leaving Nance, DJ and Mr. Grumpy to bring up the rear. 

The wittering commences early, even before the first ball is struck and had Brett realised that progress was going to be hindered by winter foursomes all morning, he might have departed there and then. In the icy conditions a secure foothold is at a premium - something that eludes Nance throughout. On many of the mats he resembles Bambi on ice, on others an even less attractive version of Jayne Torvill (not possible - Ed). But then with his strange feet and even in perfect conditions, only 60% of the potential sole surface area contacts the turf anyway. 

At the very welcome sarnies and thimble of coffee, Nance, DJ and Mr. Grumpy hold a three point lead and though Tate, Brett and Turbo win the back 9 by two, they go down overall by just one. Individual honours are shared by DJ and Turbo with 34 points apiece. Turbo has a great back 9 of 20 points and DJ extracts 10 from the last 3 holes. Everyone else benefits from some useful upward handicap adjustments. Partially the result of being on the 18th green in 3, but still failing to score, Brett's Muffins-adjusted handicap is now pretty much double his CONGU one. Mr. Grumpy loses his winter camel virginity and collects 15, many self inflicted, whilst in the 'battle of the camel meisters' Tate steps up to the plate with 10 and adds a couple of OOBs for good measure. 