Half a round (9 drinks) of pub golf in Twyford. We went to Justin and Liz's, the Royal Oak, the Golden Cross, Kirstie's, the Duke of Wellington twice, the Waggon and Horses twice and my flat. I don't think I could ever manage a full 18 'holes'.
The skiing holiday where I managed to break six bones in one fall. (If you're wondering: four metacarpals (left hand), one scaphoid (right wrist) and a rib. I rule!) I was hooning it from the top of the glacier above Tignes and, er, it went wrong.