30 May, 2016. 14:34
ERROL PARKER | Editor-at-large | Contact
DURING HIS LAST VISIT TO the United States, Home & Away actor Steve Peacocke was invited by his agent to attend a Scientology meet and greet.
It’s a Hollywood club that can become the cornerstone of a career in showbusiness, with many opportunities to make contacts and new friends.
However, for one of Dubbo’s greatest exports, it wasn’t meant to be.
“Yeah, I had a pretty good night. Don’t remember much after 5pm but,” said the 34-year-old.
“My agent didn’t want to talk to me for a week afterwards, though. Must’ve roughed him up having a laugh or something. You know, man shit,”
“Anyway, didn’t really think it was me.”
However, his agent has confided in close friends that the evening at the Church of Scientology Celebrity Centre on Los Angeles’ Franklin Avenue was far more eventful that what Steve is letting on.
He’s revealed that prior to leaving the hotel, Steve on his old Central West Rugby tie – which is often the first warning sign.
“Whenever he puts that tie on, he means business. The day he hangs that thing up for good, sell your shares in Bundaberg,” he said.
After getting dressed, it’s alleged that Steve slipped out of his hotel room to have a few pre-drinks at the hotel bar while he caught on his Whatsapp group messages.
Finding him about an hour later, his agent said they we were going to be late and they needed to get in the car now.
“I told those Scientologists not to get Bundy in for the night, which they like doing for all their prospective Australian followers, but they didn’t listen,” he said.
“Mine you, I blame myself for what happened.”
What happened next is entirely speculation, but sources inside the church have confirmed that it’s not too far from the official police account.
“One minute he was fine, next time I look over my shoulder, he’s got an arm around John Travolta, saying ‘get summa this black shit in ta ya, ‘ while he poured it down the front of his shirt,” he said.
“Then when they tried to cut him off, he threw his glass at the bar, bouncing off this cocktail bartender’s forehead with a glassy ping that filled the room. People gasped,”
“Needless to say, we won’t be invited back. He’s too Dubbo.”