Villa are at Wemberley for the 1st time in ten years which precludes attendance from Tate, Turbo and DJ. Cutie-Cutie is with his offspring thus it's just 4 musketeers that brave the predicted monsoon. As it happens the monsoon turns out to be no'but a dribble, although conditions underfoot are extemely moist.

Fat-Boy pairs himself up with Mr. Grumpy - a decision hat proves unwise as Mr. G has left his fabled short game in New Zealand leaving Nance and Brett to achieve a reasonably comfortable victory. Nance's level two's is enough for the individual 10 points. 

A high point is achieved on the 9th where Brett, having found the right-hand bunker short of the green, enquires whether he's eligible for a de-camel. There is little standing water evident and on close inspection Fat-Boy declares that he's actually seen Lucy much wetter than Brett's lie. With commendable sang-froid, Brett gets up and down for his par.

Whilst Mr. Grumpy's driving is OK, his short irons are lamentable such that having accrued most of the camels he even snatches them away from Fat-Boy with a thinned 60 degree lob wedge into the back bunker on 18. The word from the City is that the wise invester will pile into Four Ashes Golf Centre futures this week.