Crack this code. Get famous. Solution provided.
We all know that the Somerton Man was held in good favour by the publican of the local Elephant and Castle, which by the way is an abominable mutteration of the elegant ‘Enfant de Castille’, that aside it has come to my knowledge that certain code games were played in the pub in those days, one of which has survived the years to the present.
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Your challenge is to identify the purpose of this code, though you better be quick before Cramer gets to grips with it. And Pelling I hear you say, does he have the nous to sort it out? Not likely is the unanimous response, he’s a humourless Pom.
Now you know ..
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The Somerton Man .. 
I’m thinking not a lot of you blokes spend any time in the local public bar ..
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Something to do with horse racing bets?
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Close, but no cigar.
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Oh Hell! You’re sending us Up and Down the River! Possibly sailing on May 31st?
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Sorry mate, it’s not a shipping schedule either ..
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“Ship, Captain & Crew’ game?
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Ok, it’s a NSW rugby league tipping competition … now all you have to figure out how the two scores in each group work. Plus what the columns represent.
Simple eh?
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Naught to do with football; it’s a standard golf score card…all I have to offer…out js
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Jeeze, look who has just risen from the nearly dead. By the way, the score was written up in the Kirra Beach Hotel, an unwholesome establishment full of old surfers unable to remember their last wave.
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Perhaps they couldn’t remember their ‘last round’?
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I was in the public bar last Saturday and the joint was packed wall to wall with blokes punting on the horses, the football, Keno – you name it, outside was a procession of Cadillacs, Dodges, Old Ford utes, all done up for a sixties bash at Coolangatta and all with roaring exhausts as they stopped at the red light outside the pub, and of course when one of them hit the highest most raucous note the patrons all cheered him on.
So I’ve sidled up to an old bearded man at the bar, he’s looking like an old Kirra hand but all alone with his schooner. Laid my hand on his skinny old shoulder and said ‘Feel the serenity.’
He laughed.
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