Sunday 16th November dawns, warm, sunny and bright with not a cloud in the sky, in short, perfect golfing weather - but enough about Portugal - let's concentrate on OGC where the real men play. It's persisted down overnight again and the course is as slippery as Peter Mandelson on an oligarch's yacht. The assembled heroes constitute an unpopular 5-ball and the Head Tosser decides that Brett and Mr. Grumpy will take on Nance, Turbo and himself, commencing on the 6th tee.

More wet leaves in the rough than ever mean that finding the fairway is the key to good scores. Pity. The early sandwiches are welcome - if not the outrageous price inflation - and by the 13th It's become a closely fought affair. So close in fact that the generally accepted codes of etiquette and common courtesy are abandoned when Mr. Grumpy, on being asked to putt a "gimme" then has his downswing disturbed by a loud belch from the Fat-Boy causing a miss.

The gloves are clearly off but with Brett playing steadily, augmented by the occasional par from Mr. Grumpy, a lead slowly establishes itself. However Brett, having played 15 holes like Payne Stewart, chooses to play the last 3 like Moira Stewart making the whole affair a little closer than it might have been. However he hangs on to take the individual 10 points for the third week running with Fat-Boy as 1st loser.

Drama on the camel front as Nance notches 4 on a single hole - the 18th - but with the 5th as a finishing hole, there's everything to play for. Mr. Grumpy pops his tee shot in the back right trap for 15. Brett hits the back left trap for 16 but Turbo is short of the brook. Regrettably he then also finds the back left trap for 17, leaves it in for 18 and then thins it across the green for 19 It's a sad and unjust conclusion for a chap who, until then, hadn't been near a camel all day.