Jack was famous for his unmatched confidence and optimism, his colourful turn of phrase and acerbic sense of humour, his legendary drinking and gambling bouts, and his ability to 'sniff out a quid', Endlessly resourceful, he could have found paying work on a south-sea atoll.
With his magnetic character Jack was always at the centre of gatherings of men of his caste. He never drank alone in any pub after the first time. He was always good company, even when the going got tough. The type of bloke you’d like to be stuck on a life-raft with, or marooned with. All the same, he would not have had a problem resorting to cannibalism, if it came down to it. And he would have kicked Boston Rob’s arse on television’s Survivor.
Jack would have made a very effective politician, though hardly a trustworthy one. He could justify the seemingly indefensible. The Nazis on trial at Nuremberg should have sent for him. He could make the most ludicrous scheme seem rational and plausible.
The book covers every aspect of his life:
His forebears, the Peakes of Peakhurst, New South Wales, Australia
Boyhood and young tearaway around Peakhurst and Hurstville
Up-country rural labourer and circus driver
Post-war spieler and 'midnight removalist'
Short-term navy recruit
Partly 'broken-in' husband and father around Panania & East-Hills in the '60s and '70s
'Boat Harbour Jack' in the Port Stephens district.