It was left to Coward and Gill to prevent the sun from setting on the Commonwealth. After an unparalleled four hours and 17 minutes, Gilbeys convinced the two competing pubs to divide the first-and second-place prize money, a total of about $9,100. Coward beamed as regally as Prince Charles on his wedding day, and Gill looked as bemused as the Duke of Edinburgh. They shook hands like gentlemen, swilled champagne from the winner's silver cup and groused at friends who clapped them on the back a little too enthusiastically.
Gill's mouth ached so much that he couldn't even smile for the photographers. Asked if he planned to compete in the '85 Challenge, Gill said earnestly, "Well, yes, we'll have to defend our title. Isn't Arthur doing it?"
Apparently not. "Next year," Coward said through a broken lip, dried blood caking his chin, "I do the Frisbee throwing."