A rare 7-ball this week and the toss is as farcical as ever with Fat-Boy kicking the balls around until he settles on the two least likely combinations. He chooses Stan and Mr. Grumpy, but as none of this trio are exhibiting any recent form a narrow loss is the best that can be hoped for. And so it proves. 

There's few incidents on which to report although Stan spends a little too much time in proximity to the out-of-bounds and the water and Mr. Grumpy too much time in the bunkers  - which for the second week running costs him dearly.

Individually the man with the adjustable white stick tops the pile, but in doing so has a number of mood swings. The highs of back-to-back birdies on the 12th and 13th being tempered by blobs on the 3rd and 7th.

Finally, if it's true that at the point of death your life flashes before your eyes, then Mr. Grumpy's AV synopsis will be pretty dull because unacceptably large chunks of time will have been spent sitting at his PC waiting for this bloody website to respond.



