The only problem I have with these weekends is the total depression I feel at the conclusion. The school boy excitement I felt at 4am on Thursday morning when getting in the car for the 2 hour drive to the first tee has been replaced with a deep, dark, black dog depression. A confirmation, perhaps, of the endless studies on the effects of excessive alcohol on the mind and body. Whatever it is, I am struggling.
I did have a good laugh though whilst catching up on the emails with the video I present here. There are many versions out there with various mashups of sound, or trying to re-create what it would sound like (although generally the commentators repeat "oooo ... I shit my pants" a lot, which is actually not very funny) but I have selected the silent original version because, well, it speaks for itself.
All I can say is that I hope there were no CCTV cameras around the Dunsborough and Margaret River region over the last few days ... not that we achieved this level of pissedness (is that a word? It is now).
I dedicate this to the boys of the SCQT stag ... you know who you are!
