Truest of Aussie larrikins. Due irreverence and lack of tolerance for bullshit.  Walkabouts in the Volvo – Mt Keira to the Wollongong North surf beach. Deep bass voice, resonating out across the theatre. Pesto-making, pot-smoking, out on the verrandah watering the herbs. Best of all, mine. You went out in style – I would have expected nothing less. I reckon you and Dad will be having a beaut’ reunion up there, wherever you are. Love you – always. RJ