Allan Sugar would have been proud of him - Fat-Boy once again utters the immortal words "You're Fired" to one of the Muffins, so that an awkward 5-Ball is avoided.  On this occasion, it is Mr. Grumpy who is given a free taxi home.  Mr. Grumpy will claim that it was his man-flue which preventing him turning up, though everyone else knows the truth.

Turbo, Brett and Cutie-Cutie were also in non-attendance, for multifarious inadequate reasons.

With a 4-ball assured, the top-tosser decided it would be Nance and DJ to take on himself and Tate.  Tate's form has been a bit hit and miss of late, so it was with some trepidation that Fat-Boy accepted how the balls had landed.

The front 9 saw little worth writing home about, with Nance and DJ taking the first half by a short head.  All except Tate were on the "playing to the handicap" mark. Tate was some way adrift, though not playing conspicuously badly.  The sandwiches proved to be a catalyst, however, for Nance and DJ to pile on the pressure.  Tate immediately puts his tee shot on 10 straight at Geoff Ward, who was mowing his back lawn, unaware of the danger he was in.  Nance's birdie for 4 points was the start of things to come.

On 11, Nance nearly kills the group in front with his blind approach over the dog-leg.  This proved to be only the first on many attempts at their decapitation.  More by luck than good judgement did they walk off 18 as the 4-ball that they started out as.

On 12, Tates game starts to collapse.  The gross-par he managed on 11 was to much for him to handle.  Tates tee shot on 12 was his 2nd boob in 3 holes.  Curious this,  since there is no OOB on 12.  Tates ball had found its way beyond the perimeter on the back of 13.

On 13, Tate joins in the attack on the 4-ball ahead, with a shank through the group on the 14th for another boob.  The guys ahead look around to see who has brought the team crash-helmet.

More birdies for Nance on 15 and 16 seal the victory, but more drama is yet to come.  Nance lips out for another birdie on 17, and this would have been a bitter pill for Fat-Boy and Tate to swallow, have seen Nance's approach bounce over the bunker onto the green. 

Tate picks up the camels and takes the honour of becoming a full-house man (FHM), having collected the full-house of camels, boobs, ducks, loss of the front 9, loss of the back 9 and the match.  An expensive day at the office.