At an outback campfire at Ora Banda, a hidden gunman shoots down Gypsy Joker, Billy Grierson.
The isolated gold mining town was owned by a former ranking cop, Don Hancock. He had the pub, the race track, the general store, caravan park and a gold ore crusher.
Hancock earned millions in illicit gold when he was Western Australia's most senior detective. He owned a gold mine, race horses, properties and a large share portfolio in gold ventures. He also received regular cash from prostitutes for his protection.
He was the State's foremost cop, and foremost corrupt cop.
His reputation was based on an infamous sting on the Royal Mint, Perth. Bullion worth (in today's money) about $2.9m was extracted by a cunning thief using only a telephone. No witnesses, no violence, no victim. An extraordinary crime that was solved by Don Hancock, delivering up three brothers, Brian, Peter and Ray Mickelberg, who copped lengthy sentences.
And it was all based on falsified evidence.
Lovell's first book, The Mickelberg Stitch, detailed a forged fingerprint, false confessions and a sham sketch of a suspect. The book was swiftly banned on police applications. His second book, Split Image, did not even hit the streets because of police and Crown threats to booksellers.
A few weeks after the murder of Billy Grierson, Ora Banda was blown to pieces. A year later, Don Hancock was executed by a car bomb. Was it the bikies? . . . Or was it crooked fellow cops afraid he would reveal his dark secrets?
The entire bizarre history of a twisted judicial and police system is exposed in:
Litany of Lies
The creme de la creme of the Perth bikie & pollie & veteran journo community is expected to lend some frisson to the occasion... So be there!
Camden Markets London 
Business Class Emirates Perth - Dubai
London Heathrow. Oh bugger! So how else are you supposed to pass the time on 6 hour lay-overs between flights when you are filled to the nostrils with free BA Concorde Lounge french bubbly, have nibbled at every vol au vent, shopped at every Terminal 5 retail outlet and had a drag on a fag deep inside the bowl of the loo in the Executive Club, unsuccessfully chatted up the blonde Mother & Daughter team from Cincinatti and Twittered your location to 173 followers. (It's sad, but Stephen Fry and Paris Hilton never reply.) This ain't the Peter Stuyvesant Glamour Life it used to be when I started this lark.
Pittsburgh: Welcome to Tea. No #2 Son Rory (being 30, 6'3" with tousled long hair and his mother's good looks, a free spirit, a parentally over-indulged ex public school boy, paid-up Artist and Gallery Director from deepest almost-still-communist East Berlin) is, of course, especially entranced by the Tea Party personalities that heavily populate Pittsburgh's finest establishments. (See image) I will have to distract Rorz with Californian Sauvignon Blanc, splendid Beefsteaks and a chocolate icrecream dessert. Other than that, he will be useful by concentrating on buying artbooks by people I have never heard of and graffiti artists you would not want your daughter to marry.
Seriously want to go to a hockey game in Toronto. (That's "ice-hockey" for those of us still playing half-back for the Old Scotch F Grade Veterans 'field hockey' team on slippery grass or artificial turf back home.) Jordan, our Canada rep plays it twice a week. Must ask him for some tickets.
Boston Yacht Club Twilight Sailing is almost as good as Royal Perth / Freshie. And the mud-crabs are tastier than the DIY barbecues at our revered royal clubs. One of our suppliers has this boat slightly bigger than the Queen Mary. (Who said there is no money in books?) The reality is warehouses behind barbed wire and security gates in suburbs of Boston that don't actually crack a mention in the Kennedy Tour or Lonely Planet.
unload boot leg liquor back in the Prohibition era. In winter, it is -25 degrees inside the warehouse. And it's really difficult to select book titles while you're wearing ski gloves and goggles... In summer, the sailing is truly serious, with some very grown up boats at the Yacht Club. Our suppliers are very academic, discuss Post-Realism vs Nietzsche over dinner but, apart from being wonderful people, also really know how to eat & drink!
Washington, DC Very hip suppliers of cutting-edge art and academic books. A $2,500 payment we sent them in 1995 went missing for 15 years and they remained patient. They let us bunk down in their graceful townhouse amidst the political elite. (But as someone said about Barack: "He may be President, but he still can't get a cab to stop for him in downtown Manhattan.")
Then by Amtrak to Philly: I've never been to Philadelphia. Not sure that it will actually enrich my life, but I am open-minded. Our suppliers there occupy a warehouse the size of 5 Jumbo 747 hangars and you have to get on a golf cart to browse the shelves.
