I moved my tee time to 6:30a and a great adventure was had. I felt a little over dressed with board shorts in my group and jeans in the group in front, but I'll know better for next time, whenever that may be. Not tomorrow though, my shoulder is rooted, and I've got a bit too much on now, including jack hammering tiles out of bathrooms.

On the third tee, one of my playing partners, who was in a cart with another, told us that he would be dropping back a few times during the round for some pot, and we may see him with a pipe. At this stage, we had only traded names, so I jokingly further introduced myself as working for the Queensland Police Service in the narcotics department. He claimed that it wouldn't be very much, and then recalled the time that he smashed a whole heap of XXXX Gold cans in a round sharing a cart with another bloke, who dropped him off at his car after the round, and turned out to be a cop. So, I thought he was with me on the joke. As we head towards the green on the 18th hole, he slows down the cart, and says to me:
"Since you work in the narcotics department, I had a question about something that I was curious about"
I replied: "Mate, I don't work for the police, I'm an engineer".
On reflection, I didn't see him drop back at all, and definitely didn't see any pipe.

Another playing partner was telling me afterwards, that there were some bad reports about playing with these guys. I was okay with them, and didn't find that they affected me. Maybe they were on their best behaviour for me though......