Abject, pitiful, totally incompetent, a national disgrace.....

but enough about Tate's last five holes.

It's a beautiful morning although Mr. Grumpy and Turbo are hung-over, Nance is shagged after 36 holes in the Club Championship and DJ is suffering from a spot of deep throat. In a welcome return to tossing duties Fat-Boy sends out Nance, Tate and Mr. G who cruise the front 9 for a 6 point cushion. Nance is in shorts, the first time his legs have seen daylight for many a long year and the absence of trousers allows everyone to see why his feet have been declared an area of special scientific interest.

The back 9 is a different story, Tate goes AWOL, Nance throws in a couple of blobs and the 6 point cushion is overturned for a handy victory for the 4-ball. Mr. Grumpy loses neither his temper or a ball until the 18th hole for a narrow individual win.

No match next week as it's the Captain's Shot-Gun and to avoid being sent to start from the 15th tee, the Muffins decline to enter.