When we last met our hero in Unreliable Memoirs, he had set sail from Sydney Harbour bound for London, fame and fortune. Idealistc and uncompromising, if short on cash, he planned to engage himself in a low paying menial job by day and compose poetical masterpieces by night. ...no one else could have captured the absurdities and sublimities of the early Sixties of the rigours of being an alien in he motherland with such aplomb