Sunday 11th November, the eleventh day of the eleventh month and at 11:00am the Muffins join with people across the UK in two minutes silence to remember our fallen heroes. It also allows Brett a moment to pause for breath in what had been, up to then, a constant stream of wittering. As early as the 2nd hole his second shot from the practice ground is self-described as 'blistering' and 'my shot of the winter season'. Nothing in the rest of his round threatens the accuracy of the prediction, but by the 12th green he has actually descended into 'wittering' about the standard of 'wittering'. There is no hope. 

Prior to this, Fat-Boy, the Chief Tosser dressed for a more tropical clime and in unusually incompetent fashion, pits himself, Turbo and Tate against Nance, DJ, Brett and Mr. Grumpy. Operating to the new handicap system, most Muffins benefit from extra shots, but few seem to take advantage. The match is a little one-sided, the four-ball extracting maximum pecuniary advantage. DJ and Mr. Grumpy ( a miss-print surely - Ed ) share top honours with individual 35's, followed by Nance, Tate and Turbo with 33's. Turbo's mental toughness is tested on the 12th tee as, on his backswing, Fat-Boy mentions his previous week's encounter with a 'stiffy on the Liffey'. Un-phased, Turbo streaks one up the middle. 

Nance achieves a record 9 BPLS's and Fat-Boy, having struck himself with the ball twice on consecutive shots, looks forward to an extra 1.4 on his handicap. For the second week in a row, Brett collects the camels. 