I once played against Stan in a social rugby game (is there such a thing/) up in Brisbane quite a few years ago now. My memory's a bit hazey of exactly where but I recall the field as being out the back of Towong, kind of in the general area of the Regatta Hotel somewhere? Anyway, by then Stan of course had long since retired but nevertheless, packing down against him was what I imagine it would be like if you stuck your head in a hydraulic wool press & pushed the button. He must have been something to deal with as a much younger and fitter bloke. He pushed and shoved and bored in on my neck & jaw area and in just about every scrum he succeeded in turning me into a pretzel. Tough as Teak.