DJ's up to his eyes in dodgy tax returns so, for the first time in ages, there's a decent turn out on a course fit for play. Unusually Fat-Boy manages a straightforward toss and it's Gentlemen (himself, Brett and Mr. Grumpy) vs Players (The Rest).

A new Steward is in place and naturally Fat-Boy is on first name terms already, but the half-way house has been demolished in anticipation of a brick-built kitchen and two traps so all that remains is a concrete plinth. However, Fat-Boy has risen early and cooked bacon baps for the boys which are distributed on the 1st tee. Come the 10th tee they are cold and a bit squashed but very welcome nonetheless.

At half-way it's a 40 point tie but on the back 9 the three ball lose all form to lose the match by a decent margin. Highlight of the day is Tate's shanked chip into a bunker from the green-side of the stream on 18 to collect the camels.

Further evidence of the flawed nature of the construction of the competition is provided by Mr. Grumpy who, once again, takes the individual honours but loses the match, the money and suffers a handicap cut.

This is mirrored later in the day by the FA Cup whereby a team that can play football i.e. Arsenal are eliminateed by one that patently can't i.e. Stoke City.