He used to dress up in a white pirate shirt and red sash and speak on a soapbox in Hyde Park, in Sydney. Not sure what he talked about because I never heard him. I saw him one day and he invited me to his "studio". So up we went to a house in Surrey Hills. He lived in the attic. So he put some magazines on his table and arranged them. Arnold was his favourite. Then he would copy each pose in the small mirror he had there. He told me, "Looking, looking!" He was off season so I merely smiled to myself. The ceiling was low so I asked how he did presses and he said he used a chair or knelt on the floor. This guy was fair dinkum but would never win anything. Oh, he always competed with a beard and his hair braided but tidy not like Kai. They don't make them like Jehovo any more. What you, Jehovo!
