Attention All Palm Cove Widows, Their Daughters, Publicans and Punters – There’s a Butterfly and a Bookie on the Beach – The Only Missing Now is Satchel Swinger Stuey – And a Stiff G and T

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Well, I never thought I’d meet any bastard as mad as me, but you wake up to a new surprise every day.

Here I am in some flash 5-star hotel in Godzone (aka Palm Cove) at 2.30 in the morning, and there’s a bloody bookie pissed on the couch and snoring louder than a 7.6 on Richter Scale earthquake.

How the hell did the satchel swinger Danny Crimmins sneak in to my room while I was reading tomorrow’s form on the Brasco?

Next thing you know that Robbie Waterhouse who used to field on the stand next to him at the Scone Cup will be rocking up and knocking on the door.

All we need know is Stuey Gordon to bowl in with his ledger and a handful of tickets and it will be time for this writer to hurl himself off the balcony head first.

Bloody hell.

I need a stiff G and T.

A double please barman.

What’s that?

Crimmins drank them all.

Aaaaggghhh!

 

 

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