An awkward 5-ball was forecast for the last match of the winter season with Fat-Boy en-route to Scotland, Cutie-Cutie recouperating from surgery, and Turbo nursing the lovely Marie from her recent surgery.  However Mr. Grumpy concluded a combination of attendance at his own 60th surprise birthday bash and the clocks going forward were too much to handle and a late cry-off was the result.

Brett was struggling to concentrate for the early part of the round, having received the text from Turbo that he was unable to play because he was nursing Marie over the weekend, Brett couldn't get a picture of Turbo in a nurses uniform out of his mind.

Having assumed the role of tosser for the day, and choosing to partner DJ, Nance promptly hits driver, rescue to 4 feet on the first, only to make a BPLS.  A sign of things to come.  Indeed, Nance and DJ struggled to find form on the front 9 and found themselves 3 shots down on the 8th tee.  The deficit was eradicated by the turn, help in no small part by a chip in from DJ at the 8th, so that at the turn Nance and DJ were all-square with Tate and Brett.

Tates back 9 starts expensively, with a pulled drive OOB. His reload is also pulled, and amusingly rebounds off the top of the gate to the adjacent flats, and back into play.  It was to no avail, however a blob was the ultimate result.

Nance and DJ comfortably take the back 9 in the end, and focus returned to the race for the Jack Shit Trophy which was going down to the wire.  Nance needed to overturn a two shot deficit on the 18th in order to take the title, but in doing so, picks up a blob.  DJs par 5 was good enough to take the match individual honours and the Jack Shit title.

The camel king inevitably takes the camel honours, and with a couple of boobs, it proved to be another expensive day for Tate.  His form from Friday pm is now only a distant memory.