No Cutie-Cutie whilst the back problem clears up (and yes, we do need the photo of those stockings) so it's a 7-Up for week two. Suspiciously Fat-Boy asks each player to identify their ball before the toss, there being 8 in his hands, but ultimately chooses the wrong compadres and is on the end of a Tatering (geddit??).

Tate spreadeagles the field with 43 points and a handy gross 92 in his quest for handicap respectability. Only Mr. Grumpy picks up any Muffin points and, had his 4 footer for a point not found the cup on the 12th, the likelihood is that he would have headed striaght for the clubhouse with his putter in pieces.

It's a useful day on the fines front with camels, ducks and OOB's galore.