The warmest day of the year and only Cutie-Cutie is absent. Apparently he's been seen hitting balls, so the come-back cannot be too far away. 

However, there is a risk that the remedial work on his spine will have altered his swing plane and thus steepened his angle of attack, resulting in a high ball flight. Only time will tell.

The start is momentarily delayed whilst Fat-Boy finishes his coffee and fag but, eventually, he decides to restore the previous week's combination of DJ, Turbo and Mr. Grumpy - with similarly ineffectual results. Mr. Grumpy is fresh from the latest session with his swing guru and much like Henry Wadworth Longfellow's little girl, when it was good, it was very, very good but when it was bad it was horrid.

The match was no contest and Nance collects the ten points but it's an exceptional day on the camels/OOB's front with 30 of the former and 7 of the latter. Tate, Fat-Boy, Turbo and Mr. Grumpy are the benefactors.

The back 9 is enlivened by Brett who muses on Tate's bachelor status. Tall, good-looking (beauty being in the eye of the beholder - obviously), wealthy, confident, possesed of enviable transport, - why is this modern-day Olympian not possesed of a girlfriend/wife/mistress and thus a regular supply of sex and gravy dinners? Unfulfilled potential obviously.

He could be a lawyer with stratagems and ruses
He could be a doctor with poultices and bruises
He could be a writer with a growing reputation
He could be the ticket man on Fulham Broadway station

What a waste.