Tate's dodgy knee precludes more than one round per day, so he assumes the role of team photographer and sensibly decides to pitch his tent at the half-way hut where he can keep a close eye on the aforementioned cute girlie.

It's also Cutie-Cutie's last match of the Tour and although he can't match the stellar start he managed at Ross, he brings home the bacon to head the table with a closing average of 7 points, something that will not be bettered by those remaining on Tour.

Generously he subsequently suggests that anyone who wishes to qualify as champion should play 50% of matches. However, in absentia, the Muffins have independently decided that it should be 75%, thus taking Cutie-Cutie out of the equation completely.

A quick pint of Hancocks HB preceeds a drive back to the Village Hotel and a taxi ride to an Indian of dubious quality that seems to have a shortage of spices. This is followed by a walk up an alleyway into Wind Street which seems to be like Broad Street on steroids. The highlight is Fat-Boy's view of a local lady who bends down to retrieve something from the floor and reveals a football pitch of an a**e inadequately concealed by underwear.

