The match report for 27th January missed the publishing deadline by some margin. Chief hack Mr. Grumpy clearly needs some IT training, demonstrating refreshing incompetence in the use of his mouse. Regular readers of the organ will be pleased to hear that chief IT wizz, Nance, has once again got him out of the sh*t. Match report for 6th January has now been restored, and the report for 27th is in its rightful place. 

The following weak-kneed excuse was published by the chief hack on realising his mistake... 

"Fans of the Muffins Match Report will notice that this weeks report has mysteriously filed itself under 6th January. The original report for 6th January has probably now disappeared - unless self styled 'IT wizz' Nance can retrieve it from some archive and restore it. 

The uncharitable reader will assign responsibility for this error to Mr. Grumpy and assign him to the drawer marked 'luddite'. 

The more savvy individual will understand it's probably a flaw in the software or some other techie-type thingummy-bobby." 

The proper report follows ... 

An encouragingly early Saturday confirmation convinces 7 Muffins to assemble for another round of the Winter Comp. It's a nice morning, if still a little 'squidgy' underfoot and the Fat-Boy sends out DJ, Tate and Brett to be followed by the 'original Muffins' i.e. Nance, Mr. Grumpy, Turbo and himself. 

It's a strange morning for the fourball team as conversations are dominated by matters relating to self abuse. On the 6th fairway Mr. Grumpy has to wait while a 3 ball tees off from the 5th. This immediately leads to a discussion between Nance and Fat-Boy on the correct collective noun for a bunch of w*****s. Suggestions include a 'Fist' and a 'Blindness'. Of more significance is their clear assumption that any non-Muffins are habitual companions of Mrs Palm and her 5 daughters. 

Later, the Fat-Boy decribes a Russell Brand sketch on the theme of masterbation he recently saw on TV. Innocently he describes this as being rather 'near the knuckle'. 

On the golf front it's a clear victory for the 4 ball led by individual winner Fat-Boy with 37 points. A couple of team 43's for a total of 86 points is enough to win by 6. But a lack of change and Brett having legged it ensures that no money changes hands. 

Fines-wise Tate enhances his reputation as the Desert Fox with 6 camels whilst Mr. Grumpy commits the schoolboy error of chipping into the back right bunker on the 18th just seconds after Fat-Boy has dunked his approach into the back left. He thus collects 14.