WALES have been slammed by the Springboks - off the field. Jerseys are at the centre of the latest problem, while Welsh fans have achieved another statistic out here.

Canada had already criticised the Welsh team for not swapping jerseys and sharing in after-match beer.

Now South Africa captain Corne Krige, while welcoming the generosity of little Georgia for doing both, has hit out at the selfishness of Wales and New Zealand and said the attitude and generosity of Georgia put them to shame.

Meanwhile, it has been revealed that the 'big drinking' Welsh supporters at the Italy game drank two-and-a-half times more beer by half-time than at an equivalent sell-out Brumbies Super 12 match.

* ANOTHER Welshman has had a dig at Canberra and about how quiet it is.

Max Boyce, in his sell-out Sydney concert last night, told his audience that Canberra's chief form of entertainment was watching traffic lights change, adding: "I looked at my watch last night, it was 10 past nine in Sydney and 1958 in Canberra."

But one real pleasure in Canberra is a round of golf at the Federal club when a number of fairways and holes are adorned by kangaroos. It was a truly remarkable sight yesterday on a really good course in excellent condition.

Our man from The Times, John Hopkins, was about to take a putt when two kangaroos suddenly appeared on the edge of the green as if to watch him.

A colleague quipped quick-as-a-flash: "Hoppy! Look Skippy and Jumpy have come to look at you putting."

I can't let the opportunity pass without saying that I won the 20 dollar prize - and with three holes to spare. Probably something to do with being given too generous a handicap.

* MORE things Australian. Just imagine the annoyance and frustration when watching a cracking, tense match like England against Samoa when, at a stoppage of play, on comes an advert. Infuriating.

Also, those moths I have referred to before that appear in the floodlights at all venues, not to mention hotel bedrooms at night, have become a national talking point.

And there was a right rumpus the other evening when a colleague in the next room took a shower, left his balcony door open, and was invaded by moths.