Alan Lucas talks about people getting blind drunk on that or being on the jetty or something and then being stacked horizontally onto a trailer behind a tractor and then driven out and then rolled off the trailer at their house. And Resto Dave reckoned it was Slack Dick, whose unfortunate nickname…
BV: Richard Carmody.
SC: Yeah, who could quote Shakespeare or great buckets loads of Shakespeare?
BV: No, he was an educated guy. So….
JP: Richard (Slackdick) Carmody’s father was secretary to Prime Minister Curtin.
SC: Okay.
BV: He was skilled in engineering. He was sent to public school in London. He was educated, he was well read.
BV: Once during a drug raid the cops had Slack bailed up in his shack and as others searched two of them sat and chatted to Slack. When they thought they had him in an unguarded moment they slipped in the question “Slack old mate how do you get your dope to cairns” Slack immediately told them his MO ” I fax down the dope and they fax back the money”
“And he famously, on his deathbed, he ended up with liver cancer – he was only in his fifties. My sister Mary was friendly with him. She used to go down and visit him in hospital when he was dying. But the end’s near and everyone’s packed around his bed, he props himself up on one elbow and he looks at them, he says. Well he said…and he was talking with his loud voice; ‘if I’d have known that I was going to live this long I’d have looked after myself a bit better’.”
“JP: Mitch was his mate, they were good mates. He knew that if he left any beer, Slack was going to drink it when Mitch went away….so in order to ensure that there was something to drink when he got home he would stash some beer in the fridge, in the crisper, under something. He knew that Slack would never look in the crisper under any circumstances for anything.”