I've told Simon this one, so he can ignore. Otter, in my youth I was in New Zeland in the 60's and of course being a football player through out school I thought I was tough stuff. I got to know the guys in the bar real well and they invited me to play with them after many beer arguements on witch was a better game. Long story short, they almost killed me in the first scrum and had to carry me off the field. They healed me by buying all the "[#%!]" after the game. Since then I don't play futbol, but I didn't give up drinking!