Hardy Bunch, those Australians.

I'm feeling a bit delicate and fretful this very morning. A weekend of hooch and over indulgence has left me feeling lightheaded, icky and downright sunken.
However, I did not tangle with a crocodile. So I suppose I am ahead of the game. Lucky me.
From today's Indo.

"An Australian who went for a drunken dip in the sea got more than he bargained for when he dived into the jaws of a large crocodile.

Matt Martin was camping alone in northern Queensland when he decided to go for a swim, despite having drunk what he later admitted was "half a slab'' or 12 cans of beer.

When the 35-year-old construction worker dived into a wave, he butted heads with a submerged saltwater crocodile.

"I thought I was dead. It was like when you hit a rock, but the rock moves,'' he said.

"The next moment, I'm standing up and something in my head was screaming 'it's a croc', and I just started to backpedal.''

As Mr Martin was retreating, the crocodile caught him with its formidable jaws, inflicting deep gashes to his face.

He managed to scramble out of the water but instead of seeking medical help, decided to sleep off his drinking binge.

The next day he drove himself to hospital but had to hold a blanket to staunch the bleeding to his face, which was "pretty messed up''. The cuts required over 40 stitches.

Dr Mark Read, a crocodile expert, said Mr Martin was a "damn lucky fella'' to have survived."

Quite.