He was a dope to pursue that said article but then it seems he's not the sort of bloke to walk past a spot of artificial stimulation.
He has been, shall we say, a healthy imbiber of alcohol since he was a young man and he has stood up on several occasions and effectively admitted that.
So I guess, in a way, that is a sort of confession for his sins, but pursuing a few lines of cocaine is a little off the edge, given the stuff is illegal and given it also possesses addictive qualities.
Oh dear, one liaison with a couple of unregistered chemists at the side of a dark road in Paris and the history books of rugby are quickly dragged out for revision.
It hasn't really been a good month for former stars of the silver fern.
For it has come to pass of course that if the name of the much-revered Dan Carter comes up in conversation someone will surely pop the drink-driving "hitch" into the mix.
As Dan said himself, it was a pretty silly thing to do.
Over the legal limit, speeding and he wasn't carrying his driver's licence.
I heard someone howling on a radio-talkback show the other night about this "disgrace" to the hallowed name of the All Blacks.
The national side the kids all respect and look up to and (according to the caller) want to grow up to become.
Apparently they should be setting an example, which I suppose is a fair call because their profile is extensive (and at times excessive when the ads start).
But just wait on a minute here, oh thee who are quick to savage these chaps.
They were All Blacks ... not saints.
And All Blacks are a squad made up of a species called human beings and human beings are not ... saints.
I have a suspicion that there is a type of human being who, if they were to find themselves placed on a well-paid international pedestal built from adulation as well as lots of money, is likely, at some stage, to be drawn toward the slightly darker side of society.
Where there is temptation and excitement and where there is clearly enough money in the old account to pretty well pursue anything.
Now of course the majority of the slice of the populace comprised of that sort of human being (wealthy and famous) will be fine and dandy.
They will not succumb to the temptation of artificial stimulation (drugs or a major brandy bender) and will just roll on with life ... and a good life indeed given the wages these top sports exponents across most disciplines get.
But yeah, the souls and spirits (and whatever genes dictate that factor called 'common sense') vary from human being to human being.
While some succumb, their colleagues watch on, initially enthralled but increasingly appalled, until the you-know-what eventually hits the cooling device and all hell breaks loose.
These lads will, I believe, regret what they have done and I also believe that at the end of the day the addition of "indiscretions" to any sporting celebrity's reputation is likely punishment enough.
It will not go away.
It will be there forever.
"I remember you," some old geezer will say to another old geezer he recognises as having once starred for the ABs, while waiting for his drinks to arrive.
"You got done for being drunk that time."
- Roger Moroney is an award-winning journalist for Hawke's Bay Today and observer of the slightly off-centre.
