Now I know it may not be politically correct to talk about the good looking guy with the jet black curly hair and the square chiseled chin but I just gotta! Bancroft was as much Helen’s boyfriend as he was another brother to me. Somehow he just thrived when he came into contact with the wackiness that is the Baskervilles. Coming from only a two child family he really warmed to and was keen to join the Baskerville gang. He introduced me to Aussie Rules shorts out of those belted Sunday Bests. He taught me to play squash, or putting it another way, how to run around in circles and crash into walls and call it fun. He taught me how Brut-33 could improve your appeal to the opposite sex. He suggested that I should not just rely on my natural new mown hay aroma. He was so daring. David would invent the game with the greatest chance of dying and Bancroft was the first to volunteer. He was either so brave or so stupid. I am still not sure which is correct. He was part of so many of the stories from The Gap but for now I only want to mention one. See, we had been swimming in the water hole and had finally come home to get dried and changed. We went into my end room to change out of our wet cloths. I had given Bancroft a par of my shorts that he could change into. He stood inside the closed door and after bending over he dropped his dacks to his ankles at that very moment Mum opened the door with the words there is a phone call for you Peter and finished the sentence looking at that naked rear contortion. Mum was in shock!! Peter on the other hand simply opened his legs and looking up at Mum said Thank you – I will take it in the hall Typical #@$%# Bancroft!!
