Nance and Fat-Boy are limping their way through to the next round of the Winter Foursomes and are thus not able to witness a display of gross incompetence from the remaining Muffins.

Yes, it's a bit windy, yes, there's a few leaves around, but in general conditions are favourable for November and yet no one gets more than 30 points.

It's so bad that DJ announces his retirement and usurps something that historically has been the Grumpster's prerogative. Apparently the pause at the top of the backswing has become a mental block for which there may be no cure this side of psychiatry. Tate has a game of two halves, 19 and 8. Stan has a game of two different halves, 8 and 21, but team-wise they knit together perfectly. Cutie-Cutie, Turbo and DJ have no halves at all and Mr. Grumpy lurches from tee to green where his short-game is as risible as ever.

Still, light relief is obtained from tales of the Annual Dinner whereby Nance and Fat-Boy are now in possession of certain artefacts that need to be repatriated to their place of origin under cover of darkness. We await details of how this will be achieved.

With the Turkey Trot only two weeks away it now remains to be seen how many Muffins will actually be competing.