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The Rock-itt : August 2011
stool crashed down on the cane cutters head, laying him out flat on the ground. The battle was on. An indescribable uproar commenced. Chairs flew across the room either splintering against the wall or knocking someone down. Fists thudded. Tables overturned. Boots impinged on faces and heads cracked under the impact of beer bottles. It was cane cutters versus Chinese. Every moment more belligerents joined in the scrap, for no good reason other than it was anyone’s fight. Chinamen rushed around shouting and squealing in their high pitched voices. In the middle of the room, Chinamen, cane cutters, Malays, half-castes, dark skinned Italians and all the other multi-hued nationalities were mixed up in a confused and struggling mass, among the tumult and babble of shouted curses and imprecations in unknown tongues After a while the thing assumed an impersonal aspect A man recognized an enemy simply because he happened to be nearest to him or of a different colour. From a vantage point in a far corner of the room suddenly I saw a nearby Chinaman bend down to break the neck off a bottle and glance around, clutching the jagged portion firmly in his hand. Reflecting hurriedly that he could quite easily mistake me for a cane cutter in the heat of the battle, I wasted no time in moving still further from the strife and edged out into the street. Just then a carload of police arrived on the scene and lay on heavily, indiscriminately that I congratulated myself fervently on having moved off when I did. ” Errol who had more scraps in his life than most of us, certainly knows how to describe one. But we will return next month to see what else happens in the tropical township of Cairns. If you have missed any of the instalm ents of “Hobart to Hollywood” and can’t lay your hands on a hard copy from one of our outlets, you can go back to where the serial began in 2009. Log onto www.therockittmagazine.com.au click on ARCHIVES at bottom right hand side of your screen for previous issues. Any problems em ail me on: firstname.lastname@example.org Magnetic Island where Errol and the boys tried to make a few quid in tourism Errol and his motley crew of the Sirocco FOR THE BEST HAIR CUT ON THE NORTHERN BEACHES MONDAY TO SATURDAY (EXCEPT WEDNESDAY) OPEN 7AM 38 ROGER STREET BROOKVALE