3:59 p.m., 25.10.04
2 degrees of Rolf

So there we were, sitting in a pub in Hobart, chatting and drinking, when we got to talking about Rolf Harris for no apparent reason.

(Note: Rolf virgins can learn more about this complete tool & international superstar of stage and screen here.)

And for some reason we were arguing about what Rolf's wobble-boards were made from. Nous said metal, I said wood. There was only one way to settle this: the canvassing of public opinion.

I turned around to the nearest random crotchety old bastard at the bar, and the conversation went something like this:

Dutchy: Hey mate, what were Rolf Harris's wobble boards made of?

Crotchety Old Bastard: Masonite.

Dutchy: You're sure?

COB: Yep. He used to do these paintings on masonite, and he'd shake them back and forth to dry them, and he kind of liked the sound, so that's how he invented the wobble board.

Dutchy: Geez. You really know your Rolf.

COB: Course I do, I used to be his drummer.

Can't argue with that.

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