by clicking the arrows at the side of the page, or by using the toolbar.
by clicking anywhere on the page.
by dragging the page around when zoomed in.
by clicking anywhere on the page when zoomed in.
web sites or send emails by clicking on hyperlinks.
Email this page to a friend
Search this issue
Index - jump to page or section
Archive - view past issues
The Rock-itt : July 2010
It's 1930 and Errol is back in Sydney after three years in the wilds of New Guinea, carrying some extra unwanted baggage, a liver full of Malaria and a dose of the "Clap" (gonorrhoea). Back in Errol's time both diseases were still virtually a mystery. The wonder drugs of our time that cure these dreaded diseases were still in the experimental stage, but back in 1930 ridding one's self of gonorrhoea was both a lengthy and painful process and malaria, once contracted, was in certain strains impossible to get rid of. Errol fell back in with the old crowd, even rekindling relations with former fiancée, Naomi Dibbs. But being the spend thrift that he was and frivolous with the funds he brought back with him, lack of money once again became a problem and Errol resorted to sleeping at the Sailors' Rest, an old building located in Woolloomooloo. It was nine pence per night and Errol shared a dormitory with forty other down on their luck "bums" as he refers to them in his memoirs. Errol recalled that he put his shoes under the feet of the bed when he went to sleep at night so they couldn't be stolen and to make sure his trousers were still there when he woke in the morning, he would fold them neatly, place them between sheets of newspapers, then lay them between the mattress and the bed spring. It also helped keep a crease in them. The Sailors' Rest was low class accommodation and not where a boy from prestigious Shore Grammar school would be expected to lodge but the next step down was a cave in the Botanic Gardens and a step in the same direction he found himself three years previously before he set off for New Guinea. Once again Errol was forced to live off his wits to survive and devised various ways to keep himself from starving. One of his ploys would be the old pack of cigarettes trick. At lunchtime in King Street, Ushers Hotel would put on an extremely generous smorgasbord for their patrons and guests. Errol couldn't