The eigth and ultimate round sees the Muffins at the Rolls of Monmouth, an old favourite although as yet unknown to Tate and DJ. There's a bacon bap on offer, but having just wolfed a full English the Muffins decline in favour of a two-course lunch. However, van owner Guido pisses on this particular plate of chips by insisting on an early departure so he can get home to watch a girls cricket match. The apple crumble remains un-eaten.

Prior to this DJ makes a belated bid for stardom by heading affairs, but for him it's too little - too late and his relative consistency over all eight games goes unrewarded. 

Cutie-Cutie having been casually (some might say cruelly) discarded, the final overall Tour result is a unique three-way tie between Guido, Bainey and Fat-Boy. This is most convenient because owing to consistent and ritual abuse, the Tour Trophy is in at least three pieces anyway and can thus be shared without fear of favour.

So, that's it. As usual there were highs and lows, laughter and tears, good golf and dire golf, good meals and bad, consistent alcohol consumption and cameraderie. But also a strong and abiding sense of loss with the news about the one and only Seve Ballesteros. We'll never forget him and the pleasure he brought us.

Adios amigo.

