I had the gall to go fishing at Hamelin Bay for the weekend... well, what was left of the weekend after I flew in to town hungover on Friday, got ambushed with homebrew on Friday night and staggered blindly from coffee to groceries to freeway on Saturday morning.

The boys had a couple of salmon in the bag by the time I dragged my bleary eyes into the campground but once I arrived, the swell came up, the current started dragging anything lighter than a '37 Chev sideways faster than a man could walk and the lids wouldn't fit back on the chully buns properly so we had to keep drinking before the beer went warm. Then, come game day, we gave up and went to Eagle Bay where I decided carrying on and listening to the game was the go and left the lads behind... only to face the every more stupid traffic after Lake Clifton as the second half ground it's way into the heat scorched remnants of my nervous system.

The answer is clear and incontrovertible. I should never have stopped drinking.