Well, shiver me timbers me hearties and batten down the hatches, I couldn’t believe my mince pies when I saw this bloke as I strolled around Circular Quay yesterday. He was busy restocking the brochure rack. “Are you gonna put this on Twitter?” he asked. Or was it Facebook? One of those. “I can’t allow anyone to take a photograph unless it’s gonna be on Twitter.” “No,” I said, “but I’m a good friend of the original Jimmy Cook.” “Oh, well,” he said, “that’s a different matter then.” And I told him I’d been aboard the Endeavour. “Jim was a tall man,” I continued. “Six foot three.” “That’s a fallacy,” JC II argued. “He was only five foot four.” “No, no, no,” I insisted, “he was well over six feet. I was in his room… the flash one at the back of the boat reserved for the captain. It had a very high ceiling.” Then I asked him if he’d been on board The Endeavour and he admitted he hadn’t. Gary 1, JC II 0. So then I told him about Red Bubble and said I’d post the pic there. He was a lovely bloke, actually, and very obliging. Fuji Finepix S7000.