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The Rock-itt : July 2010
afford to purchase anything apart from a sixpenny packet of cigarettes. He would saunter into the hotel, purchase the cigarettes from the bar then nonchalantly move over to the smorgasbord table and while no one was looking, stuff himself with as much of the food that he could eat in thirty seconds. Then he would leave quickly before anyone was the wiser, go across the road and stand outside the Carlton Hotel, which was an area where people sold anything and everything and sell the cigarettes for sixpence, redeeming his capital for the following day where he would do the exact thing all over again. Some of the young barmaids who discovered what he was up to would turn a blind eye and let the handsome young man have his fill. I'm sure Errol would have found a way to repay the girls for their kindness. He became quite popular amongst the young ladies of Ushers Hotel and took full advantage of his popularity. But if Errol's luck was down in this period it was soon to change for the better. As luck would have it and quite to his surprise, his days spent in New Guinea became the start of his good fortune. It was on one of his lunchtime scams at Ushers Hotel that one of his barmaid friends came over and told Errol that someone had come in enquiring about his whereabouts. At first Errol thought the worst and that someone was after him for the wrong reasons, however, eventually when he met up with the people from a mining company who wanted to purchase his gold mining claim at Edey Creek, the skies suddenly became a beautiful blue when they put two thousand pounds in his hand for the deeds to Errol's 100 square feet of New Guinea dirt. Celebrations went on for two days and when finally Errol woke nursing an almighty hangover, he found that he had just a few hundred pounds left of the two thousand that he received for his claim. But he hadn't gambled it away this time, instead he was the proud owner of a sailing boat which he had bought while drunk and sight unseen. "The Sirocco" was a 44 foot cutter and was moored in Sydney Harbour. She had been built as a racing boat in 1881 so her beam was narrow to give her speed, not comfort. Errol scratched his head in despair. In his mind his New Guinea adventures still pulled at him like a magnet and were making him restless once more. As he looked at the 50 year old boat tugging at her mooring, the idea of sailing her back to New Guinea began playing on his mind. If he could get some of his pals together to make up a crew, would it be possible? The seeds had been sewn and as the idea germinated in his mind and although he knew it ludicrous, his next adventure began to unfold before him. Does Errol sail "Sirocco" to New Guinea or not? For the answer to that question you will have to catch our next instalment of "Hobart to Hollywood" in our August issue of The Rock-itt. www.therockittmagazine.com.au click on ARCHIVES for previous issues. Any problems email me on: firstname.lastname@example.org