I have a story from this era. I was in a band, we played a gig at the Tattersalls Pub in Lithgow. Late that night in between sets the manager introduces us to his mate David Peachey. Peachey was in town watching the local league GF's. He had had a few (but was nice and well behaved etc). An hour later we finish another set and we sit down with the manager and Peachey again. By this stage Peach is shitfaced (but still nice, polite & well behaved). We play our last set and at the end the manager pours Peach into a taxi at 2am. I have to stress not a single issue, it was a good night. I also didnt think twice about Peachey being there at 2am or having a few beers because at the time I thought he was injured.
Band sleeps at the hotel and I race home in the morning, pick up my kids and my dad to race out to Leichhardt to watch Tigers V Souffs. Look at the Big League and I am shcked to see Peachey, D slated for the 1 jesrey. I tell my dad there is no hope he is playing. Sure enough out he runs. Tigers towel up a pathetic Souffs 52-18 but to give him his due, Peachey was their best.