So Tim Smith is going to England to escape the drink and media.
Great idea.
Bit like going from the Simpson Desert to the Sahara to escape the heat and sand.
Everyone in rugby league wishes Smith the best.
A gifted if at times erratic player with the Eels, the kid with the tatts and attitude to match has battled demons you wouldn't wish on anyone.
Diagnosed with bipolar disorder and with a dependency on alcohol, Smith fled Sydney's goldfish bowl to spend Christmas in rehab on the Gold Coast.
A few rounds into the 2008 season he declared his problems over and returned to the NRL.
Inevitably, that ended in tears when Parra's poor form - somewhat unfairly attributed to Smith's struggles at half-back - saw him plunge back into the black hole.
He made the sensible decision to quit big-time footy, returning to the Gold Coast to live life like any normal 23-year-old.
No-one was quite sure whether he'd ever play rugby league again and, in the big picture, it didn't really matter as long as the kid was in a good head space.
Now, just a couple of months on, Smith has declared himself fully mended and will link with UK Super League powerhouse Wigan.
Any alarm bells ringing here?
If Smith thinks he can leave behind all his problems as soon as they stamp his passport at Heathrow, he's in for a shock.
If anything, the temptations to fall back into bad habits will be greater in the Old Dart.
Away from those who care about him the most - family, friends and his medical team - temptation will loom, literally, at every street corner.
You can't go more than 100m in the north of England without a warm pub beckoning you with a pint of their finest ale.
As for pressure, well, Wigan isn't into forking out big pounds for duds.
They demand the best, as do their fans.
And if they've got it in fot you, you can bet the Pommie press will let the hounds loose.
It's no place for a fragile mind.
We can only hope this story finds a happy ending.