I am the son of Frank Kerr, Rex's best friend at school. They were both characters. My father told me Rex was extremely confident with the girls. They would go to dances, as one did in the 40s and 50s, and Rex would boldly go up to the prettiest girl and ask for a dance. When about 17 (1946), they cycled to Grafton. He told me a number of funny stories, however, I cannot now recall any. Rex worked at Guyra, NSW, as a health inspector, until about 1970. We used to travel up there in a VW Beetle for holidays. He then went to Queenbeyan in similar role. I recall my father was in raptures one day when he heard that bodies were floating from a cemetery in Queenbeyan and floating as a health hazard. He knew his old mate was in a pickle and found it hilarious. We visited the family in about the mid 70s and his wife Pat (I think) cooked a lovely meal. Us (3 kids) and Sullways (4 kids I think) were sitting around eating at a large table. My father had to expel some air and, as was his tactic, he coughed loudly to hide the noise. Then he coughed and coughed again - very loudly. Us 3 were suspicious, as we knew this tactic well. About half a second after expelling all breath from his lungs, an equally loud noise cut the air. He and the Sullways looked horrified. Us 3 laughed, then his kids, then Rex bellowed his unmistakably weird high-pitched crackle. Frank and Pat still looked horrified. Then Rex started telling fart stories from their childhood. It kept us kids laughing for ages (ie. Rex and Frank included). Pat was not impressed.