Many thanks to Mr Anorexic for sending us our next picture (why he was there taking this picture of Camel Cheeks I'm not sure) Camel Cheeks wanted us all to see him in one of his sexiest poses, he looks like a proper fudge packer if you ask me, this is a Marilyn Monroe pose, Gaylord alert (you have been warned gents).

(Editor: I have no words)
Onto Tytherington Golf Club on Friday the 16th, our second major of the summer season. This major was sponsored by Cliff and Bryan, a big thank you to them both for helping to fund the day’s golf. It was an early start, 8am meeting time, plus we had to battle through the morning traffic, (you can tell a non driver booked this one) so we had no time to waste, it was a case of out of bed and on our way.
The weather was fantastic, the course was fantastic, we were all in for a great day’s golf. Hans Christian Connett got stuck in traffic on his way to the course so he phoned to ask to be put in the last tee to give them time to get there. When he arrived he went straight into one of his tales.
The bacon barms were taken care of, the draw was done for the tees and we all moved out to the putting area,
In the first tee saw Captain Sandbasher, Penfold and Stroller, Sandbasher did one of his trade mark cock ups and screwed his drive up fine style, much to the amusement of Mr Starter, (who came across to mention the fact during lunch) Penfold managed to get past the 9th tee without dashing into the trees
Next away were Bulb, Camel Cheeks, Arkwright & Brains (no comments so must have been boring straight down the middle shit from those 4)
Then came Thick Sliced, Sam Dingle, Boycie, and BetTrev. BetTrev always smashes it a mile, and was scoring well, so was Boycie who's putting was back to normal after a recent bad spell. Although Boycie did nearly play the wrong ball on one hole after Dingle found a ball that Boycie was getting ready to play. Thankfully before he played it Dingle found Boycies real ball. (he would have lost 2 shots that would have proved costly) Thick Sliced was playing well, his lessons are beginning to pay dividends. And Dingle was, well, Dingle.
The last group was made up of Hans Christian, Lee Majors, Guru, and Mr Anorexic. Guru followed our Captains example but went one better by screwing it up even further with his first tee shot going into a garden.
At lunch we all headed in for the sandwiches and soup. Guru forgot to bring the cards in, (that rings a bell) and had to go and get them, but instead of using the door he tried to walk through a nearby window. Once Guru had got his cards he went to Tesco’s shopping for shoes, (he forgotten to bring some) he did look sweet walking around Tesco’s in PINK.. The scores weren't as tight or as high as the last major, and some people didn't score that well, Boycie lead with 19, (15 was the lowest score at Knott End)
The tees were sorted for the afternoon and people had to swap their bags from buggy to buggy. As the afternoon started, dark clouds rolled in and a rumble of thunder could be heard, but this soon cleared and the sun began to shine again. It wasn't the only thing that was rumbling on the fairways as Sam Dingles porridge found its way bubbling out of his arse, as he farted his way from bunker to bunker, I've never seen so many bunkers hit, (or farts done) It took 3 people, 20 minutes with big sticks, to stop his undies trying to escape from the changing area.

Sandbasher was his usual steady self, he seems to go into a “Matrix mode” before each shot, but he has no idea, (but the tee behind are willing him out of it) Then he took a bit of a sulk on the 7th, his game went to pieces as he stomped across each fairway and his shots had no meaning or purpose to them. BetTrev got a bit distracted by Dingle going out of turn, Dingle could see the last tee waiting and was trying to move them along a bit faster, Guru didn't seem to be able to get into the groove either.
The course was long & also between green and tee was a decent walk, this took a toll on the batteries, and by the end a few peoples trolleys were crawling across the fairways, (so were some of the buggies, and players)
With no-one making a strong push through the score sheet in any other of the groups, this meant the winner had to come from the last tee of Boycie, Thick Sliced, Mr Anorexic and Brains. Boycie was doing really well but Thick Sliced was keeping up with him, it was really tight until near the end.
Who won what who came where & who got the wooden spoon

A huge well done to Thick Sliced for his tremendous effort to take the honours, 56pts in total, 40pts in the afternoon which included a magnificent 25pts on the back 9!

Boycie claimed second place with 50pts (19 & 31)
A close 3rd for Brains with 49pts (18 & 31), Mr Anorexic squeezed into the prizes in 4th place with 43pts (17 & 26) edging out Sandbasher 42pts (15 & 27), 6th & 7th were Guru & BetTrev both on 40pts (14 & 26), in 8th & 9th both on 38pts came Camel Cheeks (11 & 27) & Bulb (13 & 25), 10th place & no wooden spoon for Stroller 37pts (12 & 25) Penfold had 36pts (12 & 24) Sam Dingle & his bubbling guts 33pts (15 & 18) Hans Christian Connett 31 (13 & 18) Arkwright 28pts (9& 19) & finally Lee Majors 23pts (6 & 17)

Lee Majors thought he might be going home with the wig so he tried to hide it on someone else’s bag, (you’re not as fast as you once were Lee, we spotted it)

But we don't get caught out that easy at the Oakies, and we had a beard waiting for you instead.
Handicap Changes after Tytherington
Warbies Thick Sliced got chopped off at the knees losing 2.5 now playing off 12.1
Bulb gained 0.1 now playing off 13 (12.5)