Well at least its not raining - but it's damn cold for Round 5 of the Winter Season, which is more like Dancing on Ice as the frost builds up on the golf shoes. Contary to earlier advice Brett actually turns up making it a full 8 Muffins. Fat-Boy decides that Nance, Brett, Cutie-Cutie and Mr. Grumpy will lead off followed by himself, Turbo, DJ and Tate.

Multiple layers make the smooth athletic swings the Muffins are famous for a little difficult and there's still some residual brain damage from the Friday Night Annual Dinner which turned out to be a very bibulous affair.

Nontheless scoring for the front four at least is reasonable and at half way there's a 5 point gap. Brett suggests that "he who holes out first on the 9th stands the cost of the refreshments" and then shoots himself in the foot by holing a bunker shot for a birdie. Regrettably Lawrence has ignored the previous week's request for mulled wine.

OGC measure 6265 yards off the back tees, but for the second week running Tate stretches this to 6275 yards by contriving to hit a ball backwards. And as the 18th is played, Mr. Grumpy is holding 18 camels, yet Nance contrives to relieve him by overhitting a 20 yard chip into the back bunker. Bliss.

In the final event, and after a strangely uncontroversial totalling of the scores, it's an eleven point victory for the lead 4 and a very boring fifth victory and ten points on the bounce to Brett. Its become the Sunday morning equivalent of "one-nil to the Arsenal" and no, golf is not the winner. Aside from Nance's nnnn.....nineteen camels, Turbo chips in with 15 and a couple of other sundries. 

Worth remarking I think that after 5 weeks, Mr. Grumpy is still fines-free.

 