The monsoon conditions have abated, albeit temporarily, though still very moist underfoot.  With Mr. Grumpy scouring the shops in Valhalla for something expensive to bring back for the boys, and Cutie-Cutie on one of his weeks off, Muffins were down to a 6 -ball for the mid-September outing.  

Having been dicked-on good and proper by a Nance-possessed the previous day, Fat-Boy knew that such a performance could not be repeated so soon, and so chose not to partner Nance today.  Instead he chose to partner with Brett and Tate, leaving DJ and Turbo with the dregs that was Nance and the inevitable crap performance. 

A so it turned out - indeed the result was so predictable, that the match report could have been written before the game started.  A comfortable vistory for Fat-Boy, Brett and Tate, by taking both the front 9, back 9 and match.  Turbo had a bad day all round.  On the losing side, he picks up his teams camels (9), pays for the sandwiches and loses a £20 note somewhere on the back 9.  An expensive mornings outing.

DJ tries to dethrone Nance from the “luckiest golfer in the world” title, by hitting the 150 yard pole from 100 yards away with a OOB-bound 2nd shot to 11, only to end up in the middle of the fairway.  Nance wasn't going to be out-done so easily though, by immediately sending his own 2nd shot to 11 30yds OOB, only to see it rebound back onto the fairway.  Luckiest golfer in the world, apparently.

Brett and Fat-Bot share the individual honours, though with a mere 33 points.  The 10 points gained is unlikely to be enough to help catch Cutie-Cutie, who's already halfway down the final straight, looking at the winning post.
